Good Deed Done
Today we spent the better part of today in the City of Lakes . . . Fairmont, right down HWY 15 to the south. Dennis, the ole cowboy, pulled it off. He made it through a colonoscopy. I know he had so wanted to bug out of it over this last weekend. Who does want to have 64 ounces of prep to drink! As soon as Dennis knew he couldn’t have anything to eat for the entire day and night of Monday . . . he was starving. Dennis began drinking his cocktail at 6 PM on Monday night and finished up the second round by 11 PM. Neither one of us got much sleep and our water bill for this next billing cycle will be a whopper. At least we know our toilet is in fine working order. At six this morning Dennis had to have the last 24 ounces of liquid.
We needed to check in at ten this forenoon. I sat in the waiting room with Dennis’ code number so I could watch on the computer where he was at in the procedure. It is a neat feature. When his code came up that he was in the “last recovery stage” I knew I could go back into room#5. Dennis was having cranberry juice, coffee and toast. Dr. Kim came in to see him off before he could leave and the report was wonderful. No polyps! No obstructions. I sure hope that is the last colonoscopy for the 84 year ole cowboy. We got home at 1:30 and home looked oh so sweet.
I will say Dennis was a trooper through the prep, the pre-op and the surgery. He was a trooper right up until the time I thought he would take that mandatory wheelchair ride out to the little red pickup and take out everyone that was in his way. He wanted out and he wanted out right now! Bless his heart.
It was raining when we left Fairmont and as dreary as it is I have no doubt that it may be a foggy night.
A huge item off the tick list and also a huge relief in the results.
Tomorrow is Wednesday and I am not planning on anything until my eyes flutter open after a good night’s rest.