Today is the day.
I don’t say that happily, either.
It’s today. And it’s not going to be fun.
I’ve been dreading it.
I’ve had to get myself mentally prepared for weeks.
And tomorrow isn’t going to be a picnic either.
Once, I pooped in a nurse’s hair. They didn’t put me to sleep.
I guess because I have no feeling in the “area” to be worked on.
She had a crappy hair day.
In my defense, I warned them weeks in advance to have towels ready and to get prepared. I wore a diaper back then.
At least I have a bag this time. That should make it better. I hope.
If you have not already guessed, it’s Colonoscopy time.
Today, I must drink a gallon of “Lemon-flavored stuff” strong enough to clean out the pipes of an 18-wheeler. Also, I must have clear liquids to drink and broth to eat.
I’m worried about the number of Colostomy Bags I’ll go through. I ordered two extra boxes for this. That’s sixty extra bags. —All for this.
The Doctor will go through my Colostomy and what I have left of my Rectum.
I’m going to the Doctors Professional Building for the Procedure.
So, I don’t think I’m being put to sleep for this Procedure, either.
I’m dreading it.
I bet I don’t get Ice Cream to eat after it’s over, either.
Say a Prayer for me.
It ain’t gonna be fun.
That’s all.
Maybe forever.
Yes, I’m a big baby when it comes to this.
Love you,
–Lynn
