It's Only Thursday!

There has been a phrase thrown around my house while I've been sick. 

It makes me laugh and I know he is just trying to make me laugh but only Richard would say these things and say them in the most creepy of ways.

At the height of this, I'm hunched over in debilitating pain and I am bleeding from all orvices below my waist & he looked at me one day in the kitchen. 

Mind you I was holding my lower belly, hunched over, and holding on to the kitchen island. 

He begins to talk like a swarmy Rico Sauvé and that is what makes it so funny to me. But I'm easy with the laughter so it may be just me.

He says, "still bleeding? feel like fooling around babe?"

Of course, I laughed because I knew he was not serious. 

But it worked, I laughed and forgot for a moment that I was in pain. 

This damn phrase, "feel like fooling around?"  is now a big fat laugh when I need it. But just reading this you can't hear ole Rico Sauvé and honest to God that is what makes this so funny.

I was vomiting at one point and he says, "hey feel like fooling around baby?"  

"Oh Yes, I am feeling sexy right now Rick, kiss me! "

That made him laugh harder.

We have been saying this for weeks while I have been doubled over in pain. Or when I am telling him gross things about this damn illness he will say, "gee that makes me hot babe, feel like fooling around?"  and he adds this creepy tsk tsk sound that makes it all the more sleazy and adds to my laughter.

He said this while I was drinking water and I began to choke. 

I don't know why it makes me laugh so. The way in which he says it is funny and I think the key. 

Doesn't matter because during these awful moments, it just cracks me up. 

It takes my mind off me for a moment and I like that.

Last night his back was really giving him fits. 

He was using the heating pad, taking ibuprofen and Tylenol together.  

Then he got on the floor with this back "thingy" and rolled around on that. 

When he got up he was acting 85 and he's holding his back and I see him hobbling to his ugly chair and I said in his Rico Sauvé tone that he uses on me, "Hey Ricky, feel like fooling around?"

That made him laugh so hard he snorted. It worked. 

He said, "thanks Margaret I needed that." 

Touché

Tuesday was my doctor's appointment. It was a bit slushy slippery outside so in the morning the Drs office called and asked if I'd like to change it to a virtual follow-up. I said SURE. I didn't have an issue driving there but they thought I might since I live far from the office so I took advantage of their concern. I appreciated that. 

I took a shower, did my hair, and put on makeup, even lipstick because no mask was involved. I put on a red sweater and below the waist, I was in my red and black pj's and slippers. The doctor can't see that so that was nice.

Why can't all follow up appointments be like this? 

When Rick got home and saw me at my desk he said, "you look really pretty you going somewhere?"  

I stood up and he saw I was in my pj's and Rick said, "Oh the zoom look. I get it. Pretty from the waist up"    Yep you got it.

My doctor finally received all my records and scans from the hospital. 

I do indeed have diverticulitis. I have not had solid food for 4 weeks.

We discussed beginning to add food to my diet. 

I was thrilled and scared, to be honest. 

So for dinner, I decided to try to eat food. Rick said he only wanted some of the leftover casserole I had made him a couple days ago. 

Great no cooking, just reheating. But what would I eat? 

Eating meat felt scary to me. Too heavy. I stared into the abyss known as my refrigerator. I saw some leftover elbow macaroni that was in a container. 

It had been cooked, but not used.  There was maybe 1.5 cups of it.  

There was no sauce on it or anything. Just plain GF elbow macaroni. 

So I thought, that is still kind of soft so maybe I'll just do that to start. 

I reheated it, added a pat of butter, and stirred.  I ate 1/2 of it and I felt full enough to think maybe I should see how this sits.  It sat fine until 2am. 

I awoke to tummy pain. Not awful off the chart pain like I've had, but my tummy seemed a bit pissed off. Great. I got up and went to the 3rd floor. 

I grabbed bottled water out of the fridge up there and a couple of Advil. 

I settled onto the sofa and watched some reruns.   

So do I try to eat again today? I'm scared to be honest. 

I had dry toast for breakfast. That never bothers me and it fills me up and I like it. But I can't live on it.

The doctor said I am to see him again in 2 weeks. Then I need to have a colonoscopy after that. Now the worst part of a colonoscopy if you've not had one is the prep the day before. But that "prep" awful part is what I have been living for months without drinking that awful stuff. So I guess I'm used to that now and this should be just like another day for me.

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I'm having fun now, aren't I? I know you're jealous! But I am not in a lot of pain. If it gets no better than this I can live with this. I don't want to but it's better than vomiting, never leaving the bathroom, and the inability to walk upright.  I can walk upright, I can leave the house, and slowly but surely I should be able to have more food. Each day I am to add more things. Whoever thought one could be afraid of food? 

I am leaving you this meme on this Thursday, which I swore all morning was Friday. Boy, I hate that. I was excited thinking it was Friday and then at 8am Rick tells me it's Thursday. No, say it ain't so!

Did I post this? I feel like I have but I don't see it here.

I think having only a little food is making my brain a bit slower than normal. 

Is that even possible? Did I post it? You sure it's notFriday? 

Where the hell am I?