I'm pretty chipper, considering the dogs woke me up at 3:30 am and I am on my clear liquids diet before the colonoscopy. I bought a romance/mystery book to get me through today, and I can always plan a redesign of my bathroom while I'm living in it. A friend is taking me at 7:30 am tomorrow morning, and I hope to be groggy enough to be unaware of my surroundings. All my friends and I are saying it seems like we no more get finished with all the yearly checkups than they begin all over again. So many parts, and so much that can go wrong.
I amazed myself by overeating last night, and it evidently was just because I couldn't eat today, and I felt bloated and full of starches. I had a large beer, big salad, bread and butter and a whole "individual" (if the person is a giant) pizza. I wanted to stuff and stuff my mouth with something, and it was crystal clear that the stuffing was not doing anything for my anxiety level. I know better, but when has my knowledge led the pack? Fear was riding ahead like Secretariat, and sensibility was way back before the curve. Oh well, even we elderly must regress at times. Keep our hand in the pulse of the nation. Wisdom is not a companion to me, just an occasional visitor.
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