Tuesday, the day you will read this, I have an upper endoscopy scheduled at 3:45 so we can finally figure out what’s wrong with my stomach.
The procedure seems to be pretty cut-and-dried: they’ll stick a camera tube down through my mouth and look around my gut.
*jibblie jibblie jibblie*
Interestingly, it’s not the prospect of gagging and choking that is freaking me out, it’s that waaaaay back last month when this was scheduled, I heard the words, “No solid food after midnight the night before…..”
Dang it! I’ve been psychologically hungry since then! The morning of the procedure I can only have clear liquids (chicken broth for breakfast), and no coffee unless it’s without milk (which is too gross to imagine), so it’ll be tea until 11, then nothing until after it’s all over.
I’m just not made of strong stuff. I need breakfast! And second breakfast! And lunch! And lots of coffee during the morning! And a Pepsi at 1:00! I was talking to Lloyd about this last night.
Lauren: I’m really going to complain a lot on Tuesday. Sorry in advance.
Lloyd: That’s when you’re going to start complaining?
I miss you, food. I miss you real bad.