But Glenn Reynolds did pick an extremely bad day to tantalize me with food.
Normally I wouldn’t have whined about hunger, but it just so happens that I’ve been starving for over 30 hours, and I won’t be allowed to eat until tonight.
Not that it’s all that big of a deal; it’s that I have to do it (plus drink gallons of Gatorade along with a nauseating 64 ounce drink which tasted like seawater sweetened with antifreeze) in preparation for a medical procedure I’d rather not discuss. Nothing serious; just a routine screening for men over 50.
So, if I sound goofier than usual, it’s because my electrolytes have been messed with, and on top of that I’ll be getting sedated in a couple of hours.
I will return this evening, and I do have access to this blog. Whether I’ll be in an appropriate state of mind to blog, who knows?
(Readers would be well advised to take into account that I might not be responsible for my contents.)
No, this is not a hunger strike….
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7 responses to “No, this is not a hunger strike….”
I remember joking about “not being gay” with the tech…when the radiologist came in.
Oops.
I suppose you gotta love your work.
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Ahhh, yesh. I’m not looking forward to my ‘Twilight Sedation’ experience. We have an Id for a very good reason, you know.
You have my sympathy, Eric. The only thing to do about the Procedure That May Not Be Named is to get through it.
Well it’s better than a flaming wooden stick in the eye!
I think.
Gives you a different view of a certain segment of our population.
You have my deepest (har!) sympathies. I get to experience this joy Every. Three. Years. Family history. Beats dying, but that’s about it. Gah.
Drinking and expelling the jet fuel is the worst part. They sedate you for the actual procedure so it is a big fat nothing. Last time I got reamed, the nurse came to me before the procedure and said, “Your heart rate is under 50. Do you work out or something?” I said “I run marathons” and she went off happy, as was I.