I just took the first four doses out of 8 of my “pre-colonoscopy” treatment. Apparently my anti-depressant medication was one of the first things to evacuate my “No Fly” zone.
I am hungry. I have fasted for less than 24 hours, and if I hadn’t just taken half my medicine I would have raided the pantry by now. As it is, I am not going to do that because I. Never. Want. To. Ingest. That. Evil. Liquid. Again. Which is what my doctor will make me do if I chicken out this time.
I was told the Evil Liquid would taste better if I refrigerated it. They lied. And if you want to know who They are, join the club. You’ll probably laugh, and then you’ll probably think, hmm – he might have something there.
Please pardon this interruption for a disclaimer from our Sponsor: A colonoscopy is a procedure that has saved many lives and should never be put off just because this particular blogger is too much of a wuss to take her pre-treatment stuff like a man.
Even though I was one of the first people I know to enter my e-mail for the Pottermore Beta site, apparently the e-mail they returned asking me to confirm (why do I need to confirm when I already sent them my e-mail? Do they think I am that fickle?) got sent to my Junk mail, and I lost my chance to participate.
As of noon yesterday, I had 6 hits on my blog. That is the lowest ever, including the day of my first post. And I don’t think the earthquake in Oklahoma, the stupid time change, or the lack of electricity in the Northeast had anything to do with it.
I know I should not be depressed because there are many people who have worse problems than me. Which makes me more depressed. Because I’m that selfish.
Just so you know, I’m not trying to get any Sympathy Comments here. I hate sympathy comments. And no Sympathy Facebook Likes either. I can tell. Don’t ask me how. It’s a gift.
And now, please excuse me while I go swallow another dose of my Evil Liquid.