Catching Up

Survived my first colonoscopy. Just barely. Sunday was no food. Had to start drinking the nasty 64 ounces at noon. I will never drink gatorade ever again. Well... in 5 years when I have to have my next one. at 1230 things started and for 16 hours I was in and out of the bathroom. Yes, people 16 hours of diarrhea. From 2-3 in the afternoon I laid down because I felt sick (apparently most people throw up.) You have 2 hours to finish the drink. I finished in 1.5 because that was the worst part for me. I gag just thinking about it. The procedure itself was nothing. I even watched the whole thing. Those who know me know that I do not do meds well including sedation/anesthesia. I get sick EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. Zofran doesn't work and yet they always give it to me. Barfed in my mom's car on the way home and spent all day in bed yesterday. Missed work a second day and finally ate a little food since Saturday. I STILL feel sick. Needless to say my mom reminded me that I would make a very bad drug addict. So true. It's really sad when you wish and pray that you could tolerate drugs.

Pics below which uploaded out of order:Abby's pumpkin patch field trip. Dad's with donuts (Dad's bring donuts and talk about their jobs). Her Birthday. Aidan's goal kick last week. My dad came to the game! The kids haven't seen him in over a year so it was awkward but he came... Aidan was proud to have his Papa there. We had family pictures thankful for a break in the rain that day!