After 36 hours of hunger pains, 35 trips to the bathroom, 45 tucks medicated pads, two bottles of the Fleet magic drink, one stopped toilet, my colonoscopy is over! (Yes the above numbers are right) After looking back, I would like to take a moment and acknowledge the individuals that made all this possible. First, my dearest girlfriend, Constance was an inspiration to me. She lovingly provided a "pass the time" bowl (pun intended) that was packed full of games and additional needs that aided in my time of distress. For her, I am truly thankful! Then there is Carolyn--someone to be my ride and to scratch my nose when my fingers failed me. Also, she was there to catch me when I fell at Panera, and didn't dig into the deep dark secrets when I was confessing all my imperfections. A humble Thank you goes out to you!
Then there is my dad, the faithful that has gone down this road before me. I would love to tell him thank you for all the support he gave me, but, in fact, that would be a lie! Instead of crying with me during my terrible rectal pain, he only taunted me and threw food in my face and had a smile thoughout the entire day. Shameful.....
in the end (pun intended), its not bad, thankfully the drugs allowed me to ignore the pain and also gave me a few laughs and some good stories to tell over Christmas dinner.
One thing I am still wondering.....How did I get my clothes on after the procedure?
3 comments:
I'd like to be a fly on the wall at that Christmas dinner just to hear these stories. Because a colonoscopy is not the first thing that comes to ming when one thinks Christmas stories, you see. and don't bring up the dysfunctional family argument, it's overused as it is.
All I can say, Crazy family--but lovin' every mintue of life! You are welcome to come to dinner, if you would like.
how big was the snake?
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