This is my blog. Well, this is my blog on drugs

I have a clean bill of health! Squeaky clean- inside and out!

There once was a kindly proctologist
who never did need an apologist.
He was gentle and deft
with those turns right and left
and a patient and careful withdrawalist.

He liked my poem. He was a nicefellow, with a great bedside manner. I wore the socks that Heide knit for me and he was mightily impressed by them - particularly by the fact that the tops matched and the toes didn't. Stealth eccentricity!

I took my movie knitting - a mitered shawl with CherryTreeHill yarn in browns and greys with a bit of rust and a thread of green sparkles. (Thank you Lyssa!) The nurses loved it. One took my phone and address to get in touch with me for some knitting help.

They gave me very good drugs and I think I slept through it all. The drugs included a muscle relaxant. It's still working. six hours later. As I swam back to consciousness, the lovely nurse cave me grahm crackers and apple sauce and a cup of tea. I knew enough to sip the tea and put it right back down. Once I woke up with applesuce on my face when I nodded off with a spoonful on the way in. Another time I woke up with un-chewed ghaham cracker in my mouth.

I checked in at 7, saw the doc at 8, got picked up by DH at 10 and he took me to breakfast at Sully's. Stomach, let me introduce you to food. Food, this is my stomach. I managed to remain upright in my chair through the whole meal, though I did sort of slip in and out. I learned that it's not a good idea to eat wiht eyed shut because consciousness is more likely to drop out for a minute or so. Then came home, sat down in recliner and snored for three hours.

Miralax is the gift that evidently never quits giving. I made it to the bathroom in time. Then, being up and moving, I followed my appetite. I wanted Jello. A sure sign that I'm not back to par yet. I lost four pounds since yesterday, and I'm so dehydrated that my fingertips are wrinkled.

Is this too much information? I'm just sort of taking dictation from the pre-frontal cortex and it has no sense of what's appropriate. And my eyelids are rolling down again. Goood drugs. Gooood drugs!