Another Snow Day

Today was another snow day.  I'm ready for spring, how about you?

Snow days in the south are far different. This would not be a snow day up north. But as snow goes, this was a lot for us, and back-to-back with the ice storm has made it a fun couple of weeks of bone-chilling cold.

Last week was a haze. I'm retired. I'm not accustomed to being in one place or another at a specific time and having to dress nicely.  Boy, have I taken to this retirement life. It's more like Lazy Life for me. I like it most of the time, not all of the time.

My last meal was on Wednesday at 1pm.  I didn't eat again until Friday at 3pm. Your husband making pizza during this time should be justifiable homicide when you're starving and can't eat.

There was no prep for the endoscopy except no smoking for 2 days. 

That is a non-issue, so that was easy.

But the old prep for the colonoscopy was as normal and horrific. 

I've had 3 or 4 of them now, and I can say without a doubt this was the worst prep ever.

The stuff I had to drink tasted like 16oz of water with 1 cup of salt and a chemical strawberry taste and smell. It was truly horrific.  I had 2 of those fun 16-ozers. Geez. I also don't do what they tell you, like start the first 16 oz at 6pm.  I don't think so. Then they wanted me to take the last 16oz in the morning. When?? I have to be there at 10am. It's a 45-minute drive. Nope, not doing that. No port-a-potty on the road!!

I took one at 3 p.m. and one at 7 p.m.  This way, I could get a couple of hours of sleep. When I got home, I had scrambled eggs and a piece of toast, and I said to Rick I'd really like to sleep.  So I did. I woke up hungry again. I had some soup, and that was it. I got full easily. Thank goodness. 

They found nothing wrong with the colon, so I made the proclamation that I am no longer going to have another one of these dreadful things. I am weeks shy of 70. I'm done. If they should invent a better way, I'll try that, but this is the pits!

As for my endoscopy, I have GERD. Lovely name, isn't it?

At least now I know why I'm nauseated all the time and have heartburn, etc.

He told me what foods not to eat. So add all those to my gluten-free list, and what is left?  Oh, air! I can have air and coffee. 

Friday is my biopsy, and I was talking to my sister. She told me it hurt like hell. Oh goodie.  I was sharing with her what the nurse called and told me to wear to this biopsy event. Layers. I was also told to wear a bra. I said okay.  I think I may have giggled a bit. She said, "Oh, if you wear one all the time, that seems weird, but we pack ice in the bra for you to wear home, so it's necessary."  I said, "Okay, no problem."

But I must say I was thinking that if this were a man's biopsy on his breast, because we know they get breast cancer too, how would she send him home?  Ice packs wrapped in Ace bandages, perhaps?  I just found that an odd request, but as always, I will do as I am told, and besides, I don't leave the house without a bra on...unfortunately.

And lastly, in this medical update of horrors.

I awoke on Friday to my "Betty" eye blood red. There was a clump of burgundy under the eye and a full 1/2 circle of deep red all around my eye. It hurt like hell. So needless to say I called my dr.'s office. Closed due to the weather as was everything. 

I left an email message in my portal to my doctor asking if I should be concerned.  Not hearing from anyone, I assumed it was the weather; I couldn't go anywhere, and a normal Urgent care could not assist me in this matter. So I waited.

We were watching a movie, and I got a call from a doctor in the Duke ER. It was almost 8pm. She was given my email and said I should come in now. I explained we had had a bottle of wine, and I don't think I can drive up there right now. She was not happy with me. She asked where it was I lived. When I told her, she went, Oh. She said, Then get here in the AM.

In the AM, it was so much better, so I didn't drive up to Duke.

I got a call today from the doctor's office. My doctor is out until Wednesday.

They asked if I could come in at 8:15 on Monday. They didn't care that it looked okay; they said he told them it was imperative. They spoke to my doctor, who is on paternity leave. So I'm going up there. I had an appointment already on the books for the 24th. He was adamant that I not wait. Okay, that's not scary.

I am in medical hell right now and I want off this ride.

This was our snowfall from my front window.  It looks so pretty, doesn't it?

My hillbilly husband shoveled a path from our back door to the garage. He then took the leaf blower and blew the snow off the steps. Honestly, what was wrong with the shovel? Boys and their toys.

I didn't show this to Rick because he'd ask me to go lie down on the steps.