IRL

 

I'm about to lose my mind. And nobody has helped me get ready for my colonoscopy. I  had to get my brother to come to make sure the toilet could get through for the situation. 'Cause I knew my boy would be no help when it came to plumber duty.

I think that has been tweaked. I have been getting all my shit together for the long ordeal. I will admit I do have my qualms. This time they want to scope my throat due to silent heartburn, and I'm a little scared about it, even if my sister keeps telling me, "You'll be asleep, girl."

Meanwhile, I'm freaking. Like maybe today is prep day instead of tomorrow. See, this is my 3rd colonoscopy. I have to have them because of my family history.  I should be used to them, but I'm not. 

This go around, I am only taking over-the-counter laxatives. I just hope I do it right.  I hope it all goes well. This was not the Labor Day I was hoping for, but oh well. Somebody says he'll take me to Village Inn tonight for breakfast.

-ellie