New Experience

Gory details follow, not suitable for people with a nervous disposition

I went for a Colonoscopy today. It was fine, nothing more than a couple of polyps sorted immediately.

The lead up to it was not so enjoyable. Very restricted diet on Saturday and first thing Sunday. A diet of nothing but water from lunch time (badly named) Sunday until they had finished with me. There are so many food adverts and cooking programmes on TV. Even the American election news was coming from a large burger joint in Pennsylvania. And when you can’t have any of it the cravings really kick in.

The lack of food was bad but I understood it because they needed the "work place" empty. Far far worse were the two concoctions I had to drink Sunday afternoon. Half a litre each plus at least the same of water. The task of these powders was to ensure the "work place" was entirely and totally empty. They were very successful, every 20 minutes or so all afternoon and evening.

Compared to that today was a breeze, all the staff so nice, everything explained in detail in advance and the results (available immediately) gone through to ensure we understood when was happening.

Why the toast blip. Well, from one minute past twelve Sunday afternoon until we got home at one thirty Monday afternoon I craved hot buttered toast. I managed to squeeze a blip in before it was devoured. And it tasted so good.

I received a phone call from a daughter when we got home, very concerned about me. She had heard a story of a well known singer who had polyps on his/her vocal cords  that had stopped them singing. Her concern is that I had polyps and, as I talk out of my ars*, I might loose my voice too.

I love my kids.