They’ve scheduled my colonoscopy for the end of the month. I wouldn’t mention it at all, I hate to type the word–but I thought I’d better tell you about it, in case I disappear into some kind of medical limbo.
I don’t like to read about it, or talk about it, or even think about it. I’m supposed to “prepare” (heh-heh!) by not eating, not drinking, and not sleeping… and don’t stray too far from the toilet. I really had no idea it would be this awful.
Let me have a cigar… and maybe my head will stop spinning. I’m just not used to medical stuff–always knocks me for a loop.