Turning the Page to Normal: #Writingintotheday #17

Monday was a very long and unfocused day.  I tried, but without food (liquids don’t do it for me) I was a zombie, waiting for the gallon jug in the refrigerator to find its way into my body.  I was out in the morning, shopping for my chicken broth, OJ, orange jello, popsicles, diet soda and the dreaded GoLitely and once I was back in the car, backing out of the Shoprite parking lot I was feeling my lack of fuel, wishing I was back home, back in pjs, napping on the couch to the Today Show.   So I drove back slower than usual, sticking like glue to the right lane.

And the day moved way too slowly… and the next morning found me up at 3:30 ready to get started, but not yet. So I began to write into it, hoping that would move time and yes, it did a bit.

We were out by 8, on time at the doctor’s office by 8:30 and I was in with a welcoming nurse, who remembered me vividly when I was with her just 3 months ago, hoping that I had prepped enough. I didn’t.  So back again we talked about how this time it was different.  She was still sweet and energetic and prepared for me with a clothing bag and special socks perfect  for this experience and those silly questions to ask as I got naked, behind a curtain, of course.

Everything moved this time  like a well-oiled machine and I was in my bed, wheeled into the procedure room in minutes, welcomed warmly by the anesthesiologist, “Hey, let’s get this party started, right?”


“Sweet dreams beautiful.”  and I was out for about 15 minutes with only good news as I came back to reality, well almost all good news.  The doctor, who is still asking me is I know Tuvia, casually mentioned that he looked forward to seeing me in a year and since GoLitely worked so well, let’s continue with it. WHAT????

I’m leaving it up to Tuvia to determine if I need to return so soon, after he gets a look at the pathology report from the removed polyp.  But hey, a year’s a long time from now and off we went.

BRUNCH at the Suburban Diner!!!  I wasn’t as hungry as I expected but waffles, eggs and coffee is my dream breakfast.  It was wonderful to eat real food across from Tuvia, sharing my strawberries with him and then back home to get back into pjs and back to the couch for a day of reading All the Light We Cannot See, coming back to myself slowly.

With the promise of a great dinner at Bone Fish,  we were back  out in the evening air at 6 and  yes, I was officially back, chatting away and Tuvia finally grinned!

State of the Union for dessert!

5 thoughts

  1. Glad you followed procedures this time and it was successful. It’s no fun, but the alternative is not one you want to face. I hope you won’t have to go back in a year.

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