Alrighty then, I'm back. Whew. Thursday night and Friday morning (prep time) were royal bitches!!! Thursday night was the evacuation process, and that left my body just weak. That is hard on anyone's body, but I'm thinking it is particularly hard on us the older we get. After several hours of, well, evacuation, I was exhausted and I had a bad case of the chills. I was finally able to go to bed around 11:30 and I covered up with all the blankets and snuggled the pups around me for warmth. I was finally able to sleep about 12:30.
Then in the morning, I had to finish the cleansing of my body with several enemas. If I'd been smart I would have warmed them a little, but I didn't think of it, and when I was done, I had a chill once again. I resolved it with a longer than usual, hotter than usual shower. Let me tell you at this age the internal thermostat doesn't work as well as it should, and that's a shame.
The colonscopy was a breeze in comparison, as I knew from past experience. And the prognosis is good. Nothing of concern in the findings! Woooo hooooo! I was advised to have a repeat in 10 years. Yeah, OK, sure. Honestly, at 77, I don't think so. If I have something wrong at that time, I'll just bite the bullet. I don't think I can do this again with 10 years added. Forgeddabouddit!
I've spent the weekend just taking it easy. I slept off and on most of Friday anyway. My nights have been long and slumber-some, and my days lazy. I've done a little bit of house work, but just a minimal amount. I've showered and changed pajamas, but I've been in pj's since about 1:00 on Friday!
Tomorrow is back to work. I'd love to have a week off to recuperate and putz around the house, but that's not a possibility. At least I go with the knowledge that I am in good health. That counts for a lot, doesn't it? Yeppers!