Last Supper #2

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I made a mistake calling last night's dinner "The Last Supper" as I sip on tonight's dinner of clear broth soup from Kyoto.

After drinking 64 oz of 50% Gatorade and 50% water, with a 14 day supply of stool softener chemical thrown in, I am deeply honored by this humble and delicious mug of broth. I have fasted all day, and in four more hours, I will be consuming nothing but air for another 12 hours.

After doing a bit of research online about preparing for this procedure, and interviewing a few people who have undergone it, I came prepared. Tube of Zinc Oxide, baby wipes, several rolls of T.P. placed in each of the two bathrooms. Fortunately I was never far from one of the two bathrooms, so Depends were unnecessary, and my legs walk really fast when they need to. I learned not to wipe, rather blot, or do a little butt munch on the T.P. (TMI?)

Go ahead. You laugh. Wait till it's YOUR turn. Or maybe you already have done this and nod your head in agreement. I bet there are a few of you with your OWN stories about the prep.

My biggest fear right now is that they won't find a vein after all this fasting. They can't find it on a good day, it is harder when there is little left in one's body.

But I will be glad when it is over. I am just glad that I am not the doctor on the other end of the scope who does these for a living, and I hope that SOMETIME SOON I will be fixed. At least I know I will be one step closer. And a heck of a lot cleaner!

Patti O Potty
I managed to fix my scanner/iMac issue... here is a scan of one of my silly collages.)

Comments

dlm to the world said…
Ok... As miserable as the entire process is, there is something to be said about the "clean" part. I remember finally understanding what it meant to be squeaky clean. It'll be over soon.
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