Friend Kathy is here and brought dog treats for Whip. She said they were people grade food and they tasted pretty good. I asked her to hand me one, which she started to before quickly snatching it back. We'd both forgotten for a moment that I was on a day-long fast before my colonoscopy on Monday. No solid food allowed. Probably would have elicited a laugh from the doc if I'd admitted to cheating with a dog biscuit though. Anyway, I'd had three cups of black coffee all day until at 6 I started on the dreaded 'prep solution'. Kathy had a running count down before I needed to begin: 15 minutes, 10 minutes, 5 minutes. Just before zero, she grabbed something for supper and retreated for the rest of the night to Mjolnir, leaving me to my purge. 10 glasses of the 'solution' and I was done. Kathy did return sometime later to the front door, picked up Whip, and took her for a constitutional, before putting her back in the house. She texted me that Whip was now de-peed for the night. If I'd felt better at that time I would have returned a text stating that I was de-fecated.
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