I'm trying to think of a word that would adequately describe the feelings I was having last night. Yuk isn't quite strong enough, life-ending is a bit of an exaggeration, so for lack of anything better I'll just stick with "ughhh". If that is even a word.
Have any of you had the pleasure of that really fun medical screening, the one you get when you are getting old? Yep, you guessed it. Colonoscopy. It hurts me just to type the word. I've put it off for far too long, and after losing my mom recently I was thinking how I don't want my kids to go through losing their mom any time soon. My dad died too young. My kids remember him more through pictures and stories than actual memories. I wish they could have known him better, longer. Sad.
Last night I began drinking the liquid prep at 7:00 as instructed, but didn't finish till 3:00 a.m. It said to drink an 8 ounce glass every 10 minutes. I got the first few glasses down, not easily, but down. After that it wanted to come back up. I had that feeling you get when you have a stomach flu and the worst is about to happen. My husband kept encouraging me to just chug it, and I tried to explain to him if I didn't go slowly I would lose it all. Seriously, just typing this is making me nauseous. Ughhh. Yuk. Badness.
I was feeling quite sorry for myself, wondering what cruel and inhumane person decided this was the best way to prepare. I finally got to sleep at around 4:00. I know it is a lifesaving screening and I should have done it sooner, but I was dreading it. People talk you know, and it didn't sound like fun!
Let me go on record admitting I am a big baby when it comes to medical things (and dental as well), but I'm trying to put on my big girl panties and deal with it!
On a cheerier note, I knew the only way I could survive this prep was to be distracted, so I put on some good shows (not my beloved Pioneer Woman this time because the sight of food was not a good thing) and decided to make something new, which always makes the time pass quickly for me.
My son's girlfriend was over the other day with her little chihuahua, Winslow, and I thought it would be fun to make a little baby quilt with a chihuahua. I sketched it out on brown craft paper, picked out fabrics, arranged them, working till almost 4:00. Somehow my obsession with creating helped me to survive the night.
Here's a picture of what I have finished so far. I'm thinking I'll make two baby quilts, one for a boy, one for a girl. Or maybe just two different color backgrounds and leave the dogs gender neutral. Usually I decide as I go, it's always fun to see what I end up with. I have a couple hours to kill before I leave for the procedure so I'm going to keep working so I don't just sit and think about it.
Please get your medical screening tests done. . . if not for yourself, for those who love you!