Hey hey hey, I’m back! And I feel good. On so many levels. Maybe its the drugs they give you. I hope not.
I hope it is because I got past my paranoia and fears and did something responsible and grown-up. And it was not a bad experience AT ALL. Like I told my friend, I could be the spokeswoman for colonoscopies except that I don’t like saying that word out loud. So I guess that wouldn’t work. Well, I don’t want to write a whole post about it, but I do want to tell people that the whole experience was really very good. The prep day was fine. I actually liked that gallon of stuff I had to drink (with the crystal light mixed in.)
One of my paranoias was that I didn’t want be hungry. It is okay to wait until I am hungry before I eat the next meal. But to just be hungry with no food in sight? I was really really worried about that. I haven’t been able to make myself fast for spiritual reasons ever since I started dieting, so five years! So even that part was really good for me. It wasn’t bad at all. I think that fear of being hungry came from the ‘hypoglycemic’ episodes I used to have where I would get all shaky and feel faint. That hasn’t happened for a very long time, ever since I started eating right.
The during? Just fine. The nurses were very skilled and chatty. Probably helps that I identify myself as a fellow UCDMC nurse. And the doctor. Kind of old. Came in to consent me: ‘blah blah blah blah blah. I’ve done thousands of these, nothing is going to happen. Blah blah blah blah blah.’ To the nurse: ‘get her to sign the consent, will you?’
Oh, and guess WHAT! I had a tiny polyp! I know I should be concerned, but mostly I’m excited because it means it really was something I needed to have done. Again, maybe its the drugs.
And the after? Well, you knew Pinkberry was on the schedule. But I kind of wanted some meat when I got done. So we went to the Baja Fresh and I got a quesadilla and ate 1/4 of it, gave a quarter to my friend (who had already eaten,) and brought the other half home for dinner. Then on to Pinkberry where we had a medium size which was just right.
I feel good enough that I am going to go to work tomorrow. But I’m going to go to bed really early (like right now,) so will end with a couple of shots of Mr. Monk, who felt very left out of yesterday’s post. He ‘struck a pose’ on Sophie’s usual perch, hoping for a photo op.