A little bit of what you fancy ...does you good

So, the day after the colon emptying of the night before.  

I had to race home from work, because I was almost last to start "the preparation".  I did the preparation and drank everything that needed drunk, spent a whole lot of time in the bathroom, and a whole lot of time feeling sick, and freezing cold. 

Once it subsided, I slept fitfully, and woke at 5.45, all by my own body clock to empty the remainder, and start the next one.  I drank all the next one, emptied for a couple of hours, and slept fitfully again for another couple of hours, and then headed down. 

Everyone was very, very lovely.   I was a bit weepy, because explaining to everyone, everytime I have an examine, gets exhausting and no one realises just what my insides are doing to me.  That is a problem, with walking around with a demented grin on my face all the time. 

Hey ho - i degress, I got wheeled through, the Surgeon, leaned over me and said "hello Mrs Cruse, I'll be as careful and gentle as possible", and injected me with a lovely cocktail of drugs which made me go ...

"wow... I'm all..."

And then everything is just a bit vague... and then I was back in recovery, where I listened to everyone fart, before I realised I was too. 

although I was fuzzy and woosy, I wanted out... I finally got let out of bed, after convincing them my high blood pressure was white coat syndrome, and was reunited with my beloved in a doctors office, where they summarised my procedure, and advised me what not and what to do over the course of the next 24 hours. 

We wandered back out of the hospital, and I was shocked to discover how long we had  been in -  I had completely lost a couple of hours in the middle. 

To make up for no food for 24 hours, himself treated me to ice cream tonight...  It helped.  

It is confirmed, ice cream fixes sore bits at either ends