We took the grandson to the zoo this morning, which involved walking a few miles up a hill and around and around winding pathways. His grandparents are now totally wrecked and lying back with aching feet and the general malaise of exhaustion.
I don’t know why we do this. Oh, OK, he’s cute.
And he did seem to have a grand time at the zoo.
We just do the fun parts! I can’t even remember how fatiguing little kids were, but I’m getting reminded.
He simply cannot take direction, and he is chewing up the scenery — and the camera.
If you haven’t figure it out already, I may be slightly distracted this week. Grandbaby.
All the cool kids on YouTube do these conversations with their followers, so I thought I’d try it. Except I’m not one of the cool kids. I don’t even have that many subscribers, I don’t think. So this might totally flop, and it’ll just be lonely, boring me staring at a camera and picking my nose, or something similarly embarrassing. You can watch the ‘show’ here:
I guess if you watch it on YouTube you get a text chat window and you can snipe at me with your words. Also, if you email me and tell me what you want to talk about, maybe I’ll send you a link so you can share the screen with me.
9pm tonight, in about two hours from when this is posted.
I played a few card games.
The games:
Origins: An Evolutionary Journey: An Interactive Card Game for Biological Anthropology
~$20
Women in Science
~$12
Or download the free pdf of the cards & print out your own!
(There’s also a Spanish version)
Go Extinct!
~$35
Clades
Clades Prehistoric
~$17
All right, jokers, first I was horrified, and then as I read that read sidebar, I realized this had to be a joke. I’m in Minnesota, though, home of spam, so it was reasonable to think this kind of processed meat product was a possibility.
It’s a relief to realize this is fake, but it really is a good photoshop job, and I had to wonder if maybe there was a grain of truth here, so I had to google “boned rolled pig” and … DEAR GOD, NO. THE REALITY IS FAR WORSE.
Do not read anything below the fold, if you fear the horrors that will haunt your dreams.
You know why he’s smiling?
Because he knows his grandparents are flying out to see him next weekend, and he’s going to be so spoiled.
It was highly anti-climactic.I went in, laid down on a hospital bed, nearly fell asleep while they were doing the prep work, and then once the drugs hit, I was out cold for the entire procedure. They apparently zapped a couple of polyps, and that was it. Now I’m home. Still feeling wobbly and woozy, and making typos all over the place, so I should stop here.
I get to go back through it in a few years, but yeah, not such a big deal. It kind of disrupted a day, but +1, will let a doctor stuff things up my butt again.
I did it. I drank all 4 liters in 4 hours.The cat was clearly hoping to gnaw on my dying flesh, but all she got was a couple of dead soldiers.
I have to say…it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. God help me, I was even beginning to sort of half-like the flavor by the end, and was a little disappointed. There were all these warnings about how I might feel nauseous and it’s OK if I took a break…but it was relatively easy, didn’t even feel a twinge. Also, a bonus: I haven’t eaten in 24 hours now, but I’m so full of fluid that I’m not hungry in the slightest.
The worst part was just the volume. I slosh when I walk now.
The next step is to just get through the night. I’m supposed to drink another liter of water after midnight and before 6am, to be hydrated for the procedure.
OK, I’ve begun guzzling down this solution.
(Note: evil cat lurking on windowsill, waiting for me to show a moment of weakness.)
I’m following some commenters’ suggestions — I made it up warm, to go into solution, chilled it, and am sucking it down with a straw. It’s not too bad so far. I wouldn’t drink this stuff by choice, as it’s mainly just thick and salty and flavorless, but I’m feeling like it’s doable right now. Of course, I’ve just started, and I have 4 liters to go.
I’ll post proof that I’ve finished it, if and when I finish it.
Four tiny little pills.
That’s bisacodyl, trade name Dulcolax. I just took them. My colonoscopy prep begins…NOW.
I’m also on a 24 hour fast, which shouldn’t be intolerable, since I’ve got padding to spare. Then this afternoon I’m supposed to guzzle down an awful lot of this stuff called NuLYTELY, which is basically just polyethylene glycol + salt, which doesn’t sound good.
I optimistically think I’ll be able to finish up my grading while doing all of this. Right? No problem? Reassure me!
Then bright and early tomorrow morning I get some good drugs, an anal probe, and a surprise. Will it be a good surprise, like a new kitchen set and an all-expenses paid vacation for two in Cabo? Or will it be a goat? It’s like “Let’s Make A Deal” in my colon!
