I took the kids to the zoo today, since I can't eat and could not stomach the prospect of sitting around my house all day, starving. That whole scene was such a PITA that I completely forgot about being hungry, lol.
Hi guys, The colonoscopy went fine. The anethesiologist did an outstanding job and I was asleep during the procedure but woke up and was perfectly lucid within 20 minutes after it was finished.
It all looked fine except for one part which they sent off for a biopsy. I am not concerned with that, though, my (not too terribly accurate) sense of foreboding is gone.
I have to have a CAT scan within the next week. Does anyone have any idea what that is? I am baffled by this but I can assure you that I am NOT the sort of person who would volunatarily put my sex life on hiatus so that I can garner loads of attention with a phantom illness.
So that's the bottom line.
hee hee, that's the best I could come up with, given my prudish nature re: potty humor.
Glad to hear everything came out OK. I bet your pooped now. Wish they could have told you more than that you are...er, I mean have a pain in the A$$.
You know what they say: if sex is a pain in the A$$, then you are doing it wrong!
Perhaps this will shed some light on the cat scan:
A man runs into the vet's office carrying his dog, screaming for help. The vet rushes him back to an examination room and has him put his dog down on the examination table. The vet examines the still, limp body and after a few moments tells the man that his dog, regrettably, is dead.
The man is clearly agitated and not willing to accept this, and demands a second opinion. The vet goes into the back room and comes out with a cat, and puts the cat down next to the dog's body. The cat sniffs the body, walks from head to tail poking and sniffing the dog's body and finally looks at the vet and meows. The vet looks at the man and says, "I'm sorry, but the cat thinks that your dog is dead, too."
The man is still unwilling to accept that his dog is dead. The vet brings in a Black Labrador. The Lab sniffs the body, walks from head to tail, and finally looks at the vet and barks. The vet looks at the man and says, "I'm sorry, but the lab thinks your dog is dead, too."
The man, finally resigned to the diagnosis, thanks the vet and asks how much he owes. The vet answers, "$650."
"$650 to tell me my dog is dead?" exclaimed the man!
"Well," the vet replies, "I would only have charged you $50 for my initial diagnosis. The additional $600 was for the cat scan and lab tests."
ohmygosh, your talent for puns is endless isn't it HD. I had no idea it was not limited to ass puns.
Here is what I said (quietly so that the children did not hear) when I read your message: Oh shiit.
I was DEATHLY afraid that a cat scan required that tube thing to be put over me. I am indeed claustrophobic and had already told my sister last night that I didn't think I'd be able to make it through that procedure. She suggested I get drunk before hand but I think that might alter the results..? There is no way I can do that. I am the type who will walk several flights of stairs so that I don't have to be on a crowded elevator. My mother is the same. Irrational yes, but my heart is literally pounding right now, just thinking about it. Cripes, that figures. I was hoping it was an xray or something.
On an upnote, I'm feeling pretty good today and I intend on having my way with MrHP tonight.
