rectum-sight
Wear knew come tomb rectum-sight...
An ordeal begn Thursday that I'm not looking forward to repeating, but it wasn't as bad as I'd been expecting. All clear liquid diet: breakfast of Jell-o (yellow), followed by more Jell-o & some beef broth for lunch.
I had an appointment with Joe that day, 10:00 AM, but brought Trish along, as she's living in a hell of anxiety & moodswings right now. I think Joe finally convinced her it was OK for her to take a whole Klonopin in the AM, & that the more she allows her fear of driving to overwhelm her, the worse it's going to get. She left with her Sweet Pookie Bear still feeling anxiety over the upcoming colonoscopy.
I ate "supper" around 3:30, so I could take the Fleet phospho-soda around 4:00. I sat on the couch by the bathroom, expecting to have to jump up every minute & possibly crap my pants. However, nothing happened for 1 hour & 40 min.s. Then the great flood began, the torrents of shit in the toilet. Every 10-20 minutes, up until bedtime. Keith called, but I had to blow him off; you can't hold down an hour-long conversation when you're jumping up constantly. Trish & I watched Spy Game, a mediocre thriller we'd picked up at Albertson's a couple days ago.
When bedtime came I only took one temazapam, as the nurse at Same Day Surgery had an issue with the sleeping pill causing me difficulties getting to the toilet & getting up between 4:00 & 5:00 to take the 2nd phospho-soda. So I woke up at 3:00 AM & took the thing around 4:00. I did nothing but sit in the co-pilot's chair & listen to TV music; the cable repairman had fixed the channels popping in & out Thursday morning about the time Trish went out to eat at the Soup Kitchen & do a little shopping.
I finally went back to bed to nap for an hour. Trish had a breakfast of shredded wheat, while I had nothing. We called Car-girl around 8:00 & got there on time. A few minutes later a nurse called me in. I had to take everything off but my socks, & stuff it in a plastic bag. Then they started an IV & called Trish in. She looked at her Star magazine for awhile, then watched some TV until they came for me. The nurse-anesthetist looked like a biker, a big fat guy with a Levi jacket & bandana. Once they wired me to the machine I was out, until I came to in the recovery room. Dr. Anoushfer apparently had payed a visit to Trish & told her that he'd removed some ulcers & a polyp. I have an appointment with him on the 19th.
Car-girl picked us up around 12:30 -- she had class in Great Falls & so I'd asked to be released as soon as I could get around. She picked up an iced latte at The Grind, as did Trish. I ate a few slices of toast for lunch. Mostly, I just sat around that day & watched Pink Floyd's Pulse. Then when it was over Trish started to get into some histrionic anxiety over her meds & her moodswings, so I took a nap with her. However, I got out of bed to look up "lamictal anxiety" on the Internet & came up with the interesting information that it's used to treat it.
For supper I fixed myself French toast, as they'd said that I couldn't have anything really spicy. We had a Buffy-fest after supper, to calm Trish down. We reached the musical before going to bed. I took 3 temazapam & woke up around 6:00 this morning. The new issue of sciencenews.org is on the web, but I won't be able to read it until Trish is safely at work. She's waking up now. This means pancakes.
An ordeal begn Thursday that I'm not looking forward to repeating, but it wasn't as bad as I'd been expecting. All clear liquid diet: breakfast of Jell-o (yellow), followed by more Jell-o & some beef broth for lunch.
I had an appointment with Joe that day, 10:00 AM, but brought Trish along, as she's living in a hell of anxiety & moodswings right now. I think Joe finally convinced her it was OK for her to take a whole Klonopin in the AM, & that the more she allows her fear of driving to overwhelm her, the worse it's going to get. She left with her Sweet Pookie Bear still feeling anxiety over the upcoming colonoscopy.
I ate "supper" around 3:30, so I could take the Fleet phospho-soda around 4:00. I sat on the couch by the bathroom, expecting to have to jump up every minute & possibly crap my pants. However, nothing happened for 1 hour & 40 min.s. Then the great flood began, the torrents of shit in the toilet. Every 10-20 minutes, up until bedtime. Keith called, but I had to blow him off; you can't hold down an hour-long conversation when you're jumping up constantly. Trish & I watched Spy Game, a mediocre thriller we'd picked up at Albertson's a couple days ago.
When bedtime came I only took one temazapam, as the nurse at Same Day Surgery had an issue with the sleeping pill causing me difficulties getting to the toilet & getting up between 4:00 & 5:00 to take the 2nd phospho-soda. So I woke up at 3:00 AM & took the thing around 4:00. I did nothing but sit in the co-pilot's chair & listen to TV music; the cable repairman had fixed the channels popping in & out Thursday morning about the time Trish went out to eat at the Soup Kitchen & do a little shopping.
I finally went back to bed to nap for an hour. Trish had a breakfast of shredded wheat, while I had nothing. We called Car-girl around 8:00 & got there on time. A few minutes later a nurse called me in. I had to take everything off but my socks, & stuff it in a plastic bag. Then they started an IV & called Trish in. She looked at her Star magazine for awhile, then watched some TV until they came for me. The nurse-anesthetist looked like a biker, a big fat guy with a Levi jacket & bandana. Once they wired me to the machine I was out, until I came to in the recovery room. Dr. Anoushfer apparently had payed a visit to Trish & told her that he'd removed some ulcers & a polyp. I have an appointment with him on the 19th.
Car-girl picked us up around 12:30 -- she had class in Great Falls & so I'd asked to be released as soon as I could get around. She picked up an iced latte at The Grind, as did Trish. I ate a few slices of toast for lunch. Mostly, I just sat around that day & watched Pink Floyd's Pulse. Then when it was over Trish started to get into some histrionic anxiety over her meds & her moodswings, so I took a nap with her. However, I got out of bed to look up "lamictal anxiety" on the Internet & came up with the interesting information that it's used to treat it.
For supper I fixed myself French toast, as they'd said that I couldn't have anything really spicy. We had a Buffy-fest after supper, to calm Trish down. We reached the musical before going to bed. I took 3 temazapam & woke up around 6:00 this morning. The new issue of sciencenews.org is on the web, but I won't be able to read it until Trish is safely at work. She's waking up now. This means pancakes.
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