Wonder why I fall into this?
So, I had this kind of a week: Monday was Labor Day…a happy day since a year prior, I asked Jim to marry me on that day.
Tuesday was pretty normal…but if you are faint of heart or stomach, don’t read about Wednesday and Thursday.
Wednesday, I began “prep” for a colonoscopy on Thursday. The worst part, I thought, was having to drink 64 oz of Gatorade. I thought. This lovely concoction had 238 mg of Miralax in it. And, I had taken 4 Dulcolax tablets too. One would think that would um…clean me out, right?
14 hours later (this is at 6 AM Thursday), at the hospital, I am being turned away and told to reschedule because that fun combination had NOT in fact cleaned me out. Home I came. It took another 4 hours for the “fun” to start.
Here it is Friday. My stomach is still all kinds of weird and of course, because that wasn’t fun enough, I have a migrane. Eh, no…this is probably a sinus headache since I couldn’t take my allergy meds for 2 days.
Am I allowed to feel sorry for myself for 24 hours? I know (believe me, I know) others have it much worse than I do. I never EVER feel as if I have it bad. I am blessed, for sure. But, I feel like wallowing for a few hours. Maybe 24. I’ll be back to my normal self (watch out!) in a while.