Today is Tuesday - it's mid February. Blah. Need I say more. It's a fairly regular Tuesday. I'm at work, coughing (getting over a cold [yes, another one]). I've had my lunch and it was delicious. My brain has had it's 30 minute de-frag and is preparing to gear up to return to my desk/ work. In that last moment of free time I own during my break a thought comes to mind... I wonder if anyone texted me- I check. Wow- a message from hubby! What?! He walked around Stanley Park today just for the heck of it?! Well, my man deserves a good dinner after that! I reply, "awww good boy! I will make you a hamburger for dinner!"
Let's recap - it's Tuesday, not Bbq Friday, or Bbq Saturday. Certainly not Bbq Sunday! I don't believe Popeye, Wimpy, or the phrase "I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today." had any part in my decision making. Perhaps it was the glorious sunshine that inspired such an unusual choice of jollification for dinner. Regardless, it was a millisecond, keen decision and I said I would so I immediately made the necessary grocery list in not-yet-fully occupied brain.
4:30 pm - I'm heading out the door. Oh, I must add that I thought I might run out of gas on my way home so I was a little stressed about that. Point A (home) to Point B (work) is 30+ km drive. From work, the nearest gas station is not very near as I work pretty much out in the currently-being-developed-into-yet-another major-industrial-park boonies. Fear not. I made it. Before gassing up, I had to resist the urge to sit there idling until I ran out of gas (estimated 2 minutes) because I sort-a, kind-a wanted to experience what that felt like. Refrained. Filled up and on my way.
Grocery store purchases done. I am home around 5:50 pm. Dusk is upon us. No need to panic! My barbeque is on the back porch and we have one of those really fancy working man's lights. You know, the type with the metal cage on it. Whatever, it works.
Ok now my husband would say this is getting to be a Wendy Goudsward story. I'll try to get to the point.
At approximately 4:00 pm my youngest son apparently suggested to my husband that he should make hamburgers for dinner. Alas, earlier in the day my husband inconceivably had the same thought (long before I texted him). So, my text to him at 1:58 pm indicating I would make him a hamburger for dinner was the triple coincidence (ie. co-inky-dink per title) and proof beyond a doubt that great minds in this fam-jam think alike. How's that for Wiseman intuition?! Hmm?
While I happily digest, I wish you well and many delicious hamburgers in your future. I'm certain there will be plenty at my house.
Amen.
per Wikipedia - The usage of Amen, meaning "so be it", as found in the early scriptures of the Bible is said to be of Hebrew origin.
Before you exit this blog for fear of "TMI" do not despair. My goal here is to write a light hearted, optimistic view of why this rather uncomfortable procedure is a great idea for many of us- and to help me forget how dang nabbit awful it was.
Years ago my dad had colon cancer. Thankfully, because of early detection, and a third of his colon removed shortly after, he is a healthy 70 year old who still enjoys an active lifestyle.
As a responsible adult (most of the time), my doctor's 41st birthday present to me was an introduction to one of the most respected Gastroenterologists. Ok, yes, she's impressive and I am always thankful to meet wise, successful professionals. However, we didn't meet for drinks, we met for a consult.
Needless to say, I'm always thankful to meet health professionals who effectuate the most undesirable work related procedures while still managing to smile as if serving ice cream to a small child.
Survey Says (Wen style):
- Failure to complete the required "Prep" the day prior to a colonoscopy may mean you get to do it again at a later date! Super bad news for you.
- Successful completion of the required "Prep" can be painful but all is not lost- take the time on the throne to evaluate your bathroom floor and surroundings, and if a reno (or at least new floor tile) is due. Or, read a good book.
- Drink plenty of water. It's good for you no matter what.
- Don't plan on sleeping much the night before. Make it your night to watch that movie you love that no one else wants to watch with you. But keep the remote handy- you'll need the pause button... often.
- Major bonus- after the procedure, the nurses will tell your significant other that they need to do the cooking for the remainder of the day. My experience is that men listen to nurses.
- The drugs given intravenously during the procedure will affect you the majority of the day and are a good excuse to lay around at home useless- or blog if your brain can manage it.
- You get to wear one of those cool plastic wrist bands home and can pretend you were at a resort rather than Surgical Ambulatory Care for the morning:
I do have to say this and will leave you to guess it's significance: 6 ft.
There you go. I did it and managed to stay positive. You can too. May you have a happy colon, and like me attempt to find humour in the most unusual places.
The end (no pun intended).
