I Am Alive

Done and dusted. Over and out.  And by noon today, I'd even gotten my sense of humor back which I was pretty sure for awhile there I never would. However, knowing what I was facing from the previous day's part one of the prep situation, helped a bit, I think. 
This is not going to be a blow-by-blow description of the procedure because I was dead to the world while it was happening. I am a slow-comer-outer-of drugs but I was a fast going-into-er of them. I do not remember one damn second of the glory of them and for that, I am resentful. 

I barely remember waking up and I'm sure I was a pretty funny girl although hopefully not as funny as Mr. Moon when he wakes up from those things. I don't remember talking to the doctor at all afterwards but Glen assures me I did and according to him and the written report I got, I am fine and had no polyps and with any luck (meaning I won't live past 80) I'l never have to get another colonoscopy. 

So that is my story. We drove straight home and I went straight to bed, not even bothering to undress. Glen had started the little gas logs in our bedroom fireplace and I know I really would have enjoyed them if I had been able to stay awake for one minute but I was not which does really seem like a wasted opportunity. 

Oh well. That is over with and I am going to go make us some supper. 

Here's what I did all day yesterday. When I was not in the bathroom. 

All almost came to naught when I spilled some of my delicious vegetable broth on it but it's mostly still doable. I am the slowest jig-saw puzzler in the world but it surely does keep me distracted. 

Thank you all for not laughing at me for being such a baby and for sharing your own experiences with me. You are all indeed the finest kind. 

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. I still have one and one half bowls of Jello in the refrigerator. 
Sigh.