There once was a guy named Scratch
On his birthday, he said "down the hatch"
He beat up his neighbor
The dog he did favor
For him there was just no match!!

The brain’s not working so good today...
Logged on to the stream and heard somebody say

Diesel is Ice and Ice is Diesel, oh my...
Scratch and Colo get thrown into the Pie

Ketchup or coctail sauce, nobody knows...
Bogie or Sam, suspicion grows

Threats are made while kisses fly...
Turds are twins for no reason why

Seems all is well as this stream flows...
Just the usual love pats flying to and fro

Diesel’s back and it’s Scratch’s Birthday...
Puppy says this is even better than .......pay day!

Well, folks, I survived the "hose job" just fine this morning and doc said everything was great. One little teeny polyp and he got it. Thanks to all for your comments and encouragement.

When we got to the outpatient place this morning, my hubby was complaining about all I had to go thru just to get ready for this procedure. And, I kid you not, the nurse told us that one of the doctors has his patients start on clear liquids FOUR days before their Colonoscopy......I nearly fainted. Ain't no way!!!! Not me, sister!!!!

Anyway, they gave me that pre-op shot and everything was smoooooth sailin from there, lol. Then when we got home, I was in the bed within 10 minutes and slept for five hours. Still a little groggy, but none the worse for wear. I can finally get back to normal, if you can call me normal, that is.

Now, that leftover meatloaf is calling my name - Big Time!!

Okay, I managed to drag myself to the keyboard for a little comfort to the soul, since my belly has shrivelled to nothing and I'm getting weaker...and weaker....

What, no sympathy? Well, I never!! lol Well, folks, I haven't eaten since supper last night (yeah, in my neck of the woods, it's supper), unless you call clear chicken broth food. NOT! (chicken...yum) Thanks, Pie for your comment that I just recieved. Finally! Some sympathy!

Anyway, I've had so much water that I feel like some kind of jellyfish (mmmmm...jelly). Then I had to drink that foul sweet & sour toilet water that had to have come from some chemical waste dump. Awwww...just thinkin about it makes me wanna throw up. And it hits the stomach runnin, believe me! Bo-ingggg..churn, gag. I gotta tell ya folks. Not much in this world makes me nauseated, but that attractive green bottle of pond scum does it every time. And it hits even before I can get it down good. I've run out of tricks to make it better. I keep it in the fridge, I put a straw in it, put the straw as far back behind my tongue as I can get it and try to drink it all before I have to take a breath, but I can't hang with it that long. I have to back away from it (like across the room), try to keep it from coming back up, then go try it again til it's gone. It's GOD AWFUL! Now, does anybody doubt that the stuff isn't a tasty treat? Good. And I'm only half an hour away from taking those four little pills that look deceivingly innocent, but let me tell ya, folks, they are four little bombs that keep exploding in my "lower tract" all night long.  They have "compliments of Al Qaida" written on them in little bitty tiny letters.

Yeah, PolarB, I finally cracked. I just had to blow the cover off my little charade of "oh, it's good for ya, piece of cake". Yeah, it was bullshit, guys. I confess. lol

Hubby has been very supportive and sympathetic, but breaks out in blustering indignation once in a while, totally convinced that NOBODY should have to go through all that just for a simple procedure. I love that man. :)

I was feelin pretty nauseated and the bed in the spare bedroom was calling my name, so I went to lie down for a little while and hope my stomach settled. Prissy came and kept me company. She's such a sweet little girl. Thank you, Prissy. You really are a comfort. Well, it'll be a long night, but by 9:00 a.m., it'll all be done and hopefully it will be three years before I have to do it again. Maybe even five....wow, that would be bliss!  Now, where did I put those four little bombs?.....

*Prissy*

Well, I had my last meal this evening and I made sure I did it up good....meatloaf...yummm!!!..... mashed potatoes....mmmmmm.... spinach...oh yeah! Lord, I dread tomorrow. Get up to nothing more than a cup of coffee (but thank God for that!), then it's clear liquids all day. I get to watch my co-workers leave one by one for lunch, then come home and watch hubby eat supper....oh woe is me!..sniff...

I just had an idea. Since I can't eat anything after midnight, I'll just stay up til 11:45 and eat everything in the fridge. Yeah, that's it. Problem solved, lol.

Seriously, I am dreading it, but it's only one day, so I'll stop my incessant whining. Until tomorrow night, that is, when I'm ravenously hungry and I've had to drink liquid plumber and umpteen glasses of water. Then I get to spend half the night getting intimate with the the ole porceline throne, finally get to sleep just about time to get up and head to the hospital by 6:30 in the morning to get the old "hose job". No problem. :) Okay, I'm gonna shut up now about that shitty subject.

By the way, after putting it off as long as I could, I finally had to pick a winner on my caption contest. The illustrious icemelts is the big winner. I was gonna tell the runners up and all, but one has left us this evening and it just bothers me too much to do that right now. I won't do a "contest" next time, cuz I truly didn't want to choose from all the good entries. From now on, I'll just ask for suggestions. Thanks to all you good folks that submitted. I got lots of giggles out of it and I hope you did too.

Goodbye to Wally and Diesel. You'll be missed.