Oh my friends - if you could hear the rumblings. Tomorrow is roto-rooter day. One bottle of Fleets Phospho Soda down and one to go. And I do mean go.
Step back in time with me when this blog spouted poetry and pictures. Remember the romps through indignation and delight, memory and mischief.
Now you are consigned to the complaints of an aging alimentary canal.
But after tomorrow and what I'm sure will be a clean-bill-of-health (with caveats) - I'll be up like the rosebuds (clematis, actually) high on the vine in my front yard and back to visit your merry blogs.
Seriously. Your kind and supportive comments mean more than I can say. Thank you, dear friends.
UPDATE: It's over. Wooohee. The prep was a cinch . . . the procedure . . . well I was one of the lucky ones who get a 'spasm' - the joys of which are fairly similar to childbirth replete with vomiting.
BOTTOM LINE (Har!) : No cancer, but facing life with a crabby gut and the great desire not to bore the snot out of people with the further adventures of Cathy's GI issues. You are all the greatest!
13 comments:
It'll be a breeze...the prep is the worst part so don't worry, be happy....DD
I always thought that roto-rooter was an ahem male-specific (thanks for that phrase) procedure so whatever this means, I wish you well.
Tomorrow will be a peice of cake- and then you can HAVE a piece of cake!! I got really good drugs for mine too!
Good luck- you are too funny.
Hang in there Cathy, we are all pulling for you to come through just fine....
I do hope all went well. We thought of you today (and last night as well).
Great news regarding the procedure.
Aww honey, so glad to hear it went alright!!
I just knew you'd come through it with the strength of character you have always shown us.
Big hugs,
Laurie
Cathy--I recently took part in this 60+ pilgrimage. What I found most challenging was the hunger of fasting for a day. Made me very reflective of people who can't break their fasts by just trotting into the kitchen to grab something to eat--all the people in the world who go to bed hungry, not just one night but EVERY night.
P.S. Glad you are OK!
Oh, Cathy,
I have missed you SO much.
And this post just illustrates what I like about you best.
I hope you're back to your old self real soon. And posting and writing as you do SO well.
There's no one out there quite like you...aging alimentary canal and all.
I hope all went well Cathy.
Tim
Cathy,
I'm anguishing over not being here. It's June 9th. Where have I been? I really don't know. I've jumped off the deep end, I guess.
Please give an update. You'll be fine. I like you attitude :o)
Hugs,
Mary
Jeez. I feel for ya. Been there. Done that. But drugs are good. Very, very good. I've had both "top" and "bottom" scoping and and I think the "bottom" is the worse, because of the ten thousand gallons of prep (i.e. salty soap water) you have to drink.
Bleh.
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