Sunday is designated a day of rest, but for me, it was a day of active cleansing. Preparing for my colonoscopy, I was very mindful of how productive my body is, which was somewhere between uncomfortable and completely unpleasant. I sent my family away, so they could escape the horror show. My best attempt to save my boys from additional therapy.
My arrival time was 6:30 am, which was ideal because my organs were starting to eat each other. I always enjoy arriving at a hospital where they are so cheerful and ask how you are, like crapping out your insides has somehow brought you tremendous happiness. By 8:30, I was wheeled in where I was greeted with more friendly faces who happened to work with one of my BFFs and were aware of my arrival. (I love my tribe of friends.) Then a very nice lady gave me some delightful drugs. My last words were, “this is nice”. When I was being escorted out in my luxury wheelchair, I was sharing with the nurse how I was four pounds down due to the cleanse. She informed me that I will gain it back. What a killjoy. No shit ( pun intended), lady, but thanks for sharing the obvious and crushing my spirit.
Since this is the week of Thanksgiving, I will share my gratitude of being healthy. That I don’t have to repeat the horror cleanse for ten years. I am thankful for having wonderful doctors and nurses who assist in my journey of maintaining my vehicle. My husband who took off work and made sure I was taken care of throughout the day and cooked a wonderful dinner with the help of chef Bailey give me lots of reasons to be grateful. However, no one was interested in seeing the photos of the main event. I guess they are super jealous of my sparkling colon.