The swoosh part is why you start wishing for Pull Ups. I think they should come with the prescription. Four pills. The bottle of powdered stuff. The case of GatorAid. A half dozen Pull Ups.
It was something like 2 a.m. by this point. I couldn't stand. Couldn't sleep. Absolutely, positively couldn't sneeze. I once heard someone say this part of the prep was a bit like a firehose that no one is holding. I didn't understand then. I do now.
Eventually it finally stopped and I slept. At 8 in the morning, we were at Charleston Gastroenterology Associates. Although they were running a little behind ("I'll be here all week, folks."), it was still over before I knew it. That part was a breeze. I remember nothing. It's the night before I need to erase.
The doctor stopped by to tell me that everything was fine. He apparently hadn't found my head up there just like some suspected it was. Said he'd see me again in five years.
I refrained from making a joke about understanding how a puppet must feel. Figured he'd heard it before.
Mostly, though, I just wanted to go home and sleep. I was grateful it was over.
Wish I could say the same about the mammogram. My appointment's next week.
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