Prepping for a decennial colonoscopy tomorrow. The process has gotten better, but I still can’t have anything but clear fluids all day today. Yet for some reason the rest of the family still wants to eat regular food. RatKids had waffles for breakfast, I had tea. And now RatWoman is taunting me with her bagel. I’ve having more tea. Perhaps some chicken broth for second breakfast?
And at 5 pm I get to start drinking a gallon of polyethylene glycol solution, purpose of which is to make me poop uncontrollably and clean out the gut. Really not looking forward to that.
Oh my god, that stuff. When I went for my colonoscopy (I’ve only had one) they asked me if I drank it all and I said “yes”. Then they asked me if I had vomitted any of it up and I said, “No, but if I’d known that was an option, I would have in a heartbeat.” I’m very sorry for you and for everyone.
I’ve only had one in so far. Have to decide if it’ll stay in the whole time or where going to try for a second baby. Turns out that’s a really hard decision.
Mine is more like a Darn It day: only free day this week, no meetings, and so of course one of my kids decided that today would be a sick day. (Yes, decided, because she’s been sick all week but had tests so she went to school anyway…today is an all-arts day, which she hates to miss, but at least there are no tests or homework assignments to catch up on.)
Today is more of an awwwwww day.
Took the dog to the vet this AM. He had to get his teeth cleaned. They do this under general anesthesia. He’s home now. Unhappy. Shivering and softly whining. And there’s nothing I can do to make him feel better. How do you explain to an animal that the disorientation will pass?
Remember, dogs’ brains are approximately at the mental development of a toddler. So, hold and stroke him, talk softly, and in general be soothing for him.
Ah, come on, do it, schedule it in the morning. You need it done and it ain’t that bad. And the best part, is that first thing you eat after you’re all done with the whole thing is the best food EVER!
I am on a couple of medications, nothing serious–blood pressure, gout, mood stabilizer, and prozac. My fucking pharmacy (which I’ve used for three weeks now in CA) has lost all my prescription info. It’s Safeway, and I’ve used various branches for years, and they have been great. This one is apparently staffed by fucking morons.
So guess what I get to do this weekend? Go through unsupervised, un-titrated fucking withdrawals.
I really, really want to punch something right now.
Your doctor’s office should have someone on call. They need to get you an emergency supply (2-5 days) ASAP. Sent to another pharmacy if necessary. Your doctor doesn’t want you going through withdrawal any more than you do.
Yes, that is my task for today. It is as far from life threatening as it gets, but is so infuriating since this is the fourth time out of four they’ve screwed up.
Today I got up early to drive Sophie to a recital 4 hours away. We got coffee and I thought I put my phone in my coat pocket, but left it on top of the car. We heard it fall off while we were driving so I pulled over and walked up the road where it was in the center of the lane between normal tire contact areas, but someone saw me and moved over so I got to hear and see it crunch under both wheels…
[quote](Neurontin if you are curious. It is an… Odd drug, but holy hell it is helping)
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I took neurontin for a while after I had a seizure they were sorting out, we called that “brain softeners,” it is a weird one.
It kinda feels good, sorta, in a weird way. The best I can describe it is it kinda feels like alkyhol without the Drunk part or the endorphin part. (Which makes sense since it affects GABA)
How do you explain to an animal that the disorientation will pass?
