In no way related to above post. ^^In 16 years if posting on LP I have never been *red-lined*. If there are any moderators out there paying attention; this may be the time. But I wanted to get my point across. As you know we have been dealing with Covid fallout. (Hubby visiting mom in hospital and bringing it home.) So, we have done our more than 10 days, symptoms are gone. This AM we tested (home tests being at a premium so we can't do it every day) as a precaution. Ya'no, so hubby could move back into the house and we could go to brunch with friends tomorrow. Purely a formality to make people comfortable. He was negative and all ecstatic; until he came in and found that mine was positive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It kind of makes sense that he would test negative first since he infected me. But that does not make me any less angry. Just venting. I am not sick so really lucky. Next week this time things should be returning to *normal*.
Before my visit to where the sun don't shine, I have to get my nose swabbed for COVID. So I get to have things shoved up TWO bodily orifices within four days of each other. And no, mailing them a t*** doesn't work for me: just as my teeth are too big for my jaws, my rectum is too big for my anus, and so any occulted blood would be overwhelmed by traces of fresh blood, unless I deliberately gave myself the trots for a good week or two.
Ouch! Hope you are doing okay. We are recovering but as is common, the effects of this virus tend to hang around. I am pretty much fine except for some fatigue and brain fog. The hubby goes back and forth, today being a little worse. He always has a chronic cough so hard to tell which is which. At least they no longer dig into your brain for that. (Can't say about the other.)
The worst part of a colonoscopy is not having something shoved up my <colorful term that literally means donkey>. Neither is it the taste of colon-wash (I actually rather like the taste, and wonder why anybody would want to ruin it by adding lemon flavor to it), nor even the aftereffects thereof (I've experienced far worse; at least it doesn't burn coming out). No, it's the diet card for just before you start on the colon-wash. And seeing "chicken broth that's clear enough to read a newspaper through" on that list, and knowing that I've never seen chicken broth that clear anywhere other than the appetizer menu at The Italian Village. In Chicago.
I remember seeing *white wine* on the list as well as Jello. And yes, you can make Jello with wine. At least I slept well after the "fun" subsided. (I know that part will not be part of your pre-procedure routine.) I do not know what you would have to do to broth to make it that clear. A very fine filter indeed.
Oh yeah! Rod and I tested negative today. Seems we are free to move about. (Still masked of course though we may now be super immune.)
I'm reminded of a joke (I think it might have been in a comic strip) about a recipe for "Fried Jello." You make it with vodka.
I seem to be officially over Covid. Mild symptoms is definitely subjective. I may not have had to stay in bed but I couldn't exercise until today. I have had some nasty flues but the worst only laid me up for 4 days. It is crazy how this virus works. Seems like *unprecedented* is becoming a common term these days in so many ways. Stay safe and avoid this thing. Definitely avoid hospitals
I already have the results from yesterday's COVID-swab (and Kaiser Sand Canyon's drive-through testing facility is "swab-yourself"). And it's negative, so my one-day vacation to where the sun don't shine is on.
Jello: I've never especially liked the texture of flavored boiled-down horse's hoofs, and besides, the only flavors I care for are all red, and you can't have anything red. Broth: Like I said, to get chicken broth that's clear enough to read a newspaper through, I'd have to go to Chicago. 2 days on a train (each way), or however many hours on an airplane (ditto), just for an appetizer, is a little bit ridiculous. So after dinner tomorrow evening, it's nothing but water, apple juice, white grape juice, and (yum!) colon-wash until a late lunch on Monday. Fortunately, modern colon-wash includes electrolyte supplements. After lunch on Monday, I'll be having an entire pecan pie for a celebratory dessert. Of course, it's a very small pecan pie.
Not a big fan of Jello myself. I do remember the no red stuff though. I do not remember what I indulged in after. I do remember feeling so hungry and food tasting so good.
After a full day of nothing but clear liquids, I'm now a full liter into my jug of colon-wash, and it's exactly as I remember it: pleasantly salty. And I have a loaf of a bread I recently discovered (Dave's Killer 100% Whole Wheat) waiting for me for tomorrow afternoon. I read the side-panel on the wrapper, about how he'd spent 15 years in prison, and how the family baking business had given him a second chance, after he got out. Even if it weren't for the fact that it's probably the most amazing bread I've ever tasted, I'd buy it just to help keep honest work profitable for him.
The effects of the colon-wash could not have been more perfectly timed if I'd tried: I started just as From the Top was beginning on KUSC, and I could feel it kicking in just as the show was ending. This week's show was (so far as I know) not a rerun; rather, it was the annual "Where are they now?" visit with alumni of the series. Except that I am now a couple minutes behind schedule. And my lower intestine is telling me that it's that time again.
I was given Phospho Soda. The effect was the same but it was a small amount compared to the jugs of *wash*. Not my favorite way to spend an evening for sure. I remember kicking my husband out of the bedroom for the night. Hope by the time you read this you are well into your pecan pie.
Phospho-Soda was taken off the market. Too many reports of badly screwed up kidneys. And besides, My colonoscopy went fine. No surprises, I got to fully enjoy it, and I even had the whole staff laughing. But my dad decided to drive home, and then got stuck there, because his car wouldn't let go of the charging cable, and apparently the spare key for my car has a dead battery. Fortunately, my key was right on my dresser, since I needed it today like I needed another hole in my head. So I didn't get lunch until almost 4 PM. At which point, I was about the point of "FOOD! Glorious FOOD!" (It's from Oliver? I thought it was from Annie!"
Glad things went well. You must have been starving! I do remember one of those adds on TV, "If you have taken such and such drug you may be entitled to compensation." about Phospho Soda. I never seemed to have any ill effects from it. At least you are good for awhile now.
As for my strange world. My mother-in-law finally died today. I find myself unable to feel any grief. The woman hated me and spent most of 50 years trying to break Rod and me up. She was also an abusive parent. Still, Rod has had a very hard day. Hard for me to understand those who defend and grieve their abusers. But I do know his was a childhood based on guilt. No matter how much he has done; he still let her down. Had to vent a bit. Tomorrow starts the arduous task of settling her affairs. Rod is the executor.
