Cindy’s Multiple Myeloma Blog

Tomorrow morning is the colonoscopy.  I’ve had one of these before and they are no big deal.  You don’t remember a thing.  The worst part is the day before.  No eating and no red liquids.  The stuff they do have you drink is just disgusting. 

I slept most of the day as I felt super tired.  I didn’t have a temperature, so I’m not sure what was going on exactly.  The water guy came by and tightened my water pump (or whatever it’s called—metal post sticks up out of ground & has handle for water..I’ll call it a ‘water pump’ but it’s not a  pump).  I offered him $20 and he took it.  This time I wrote down what he did so I can either do it next time or give instructions to my son or nephew on how to do it. 

It was horribly windy and cold today.  The wind was in the 40’s I’m pretty sure.  I woke up this morning to my french doors open. I’d do the best I could do at locking the posts on the top & bottom of the door with my arthritic hands in the morning but the doors kept blowing open.  I’d get back in bed and hear them open then feel the wind down the hall.  After about 4 tries I finally got it right!  It made me get up anyway. 

The yuck started at 1pm in cleaning out my intestines for the colonoscopy tomorrow morning.  I used to be a goody-two-shoes and follow doctor’s directions  to a tee.  In the 90’s I went through about 7 of these types of preparations in 14 weeks when I had an injured ureter and kidney stone.  [This story is an entire story in itself.]  The preparations were even worse because I not only had to drink all the nasty stuff, but then I had to end the process with an enema.  Talk about adding insult to injury!  I don’t think they make you do enemas anymore.  I’ve had so many combinations of stuff to drink and things to do in the past that I think I’ve tried them all.  I can no longer drink Walmart’s flavored water because there is some similarity of it to the Magnesium Citrate. 

I had 10 ounces of the Magnesium Citrate to drink but I tossed out about 1 ounce - something I would never do in the past.  Then I had 238 grams of Miralax to mix with 64 ounces of Gatorade.  I took in all of the Miralax, but not the Gatorade.  I just could not take it.  Once I completed injesting the Miralax, I tried to drink a little more Gatorade, but couldn’t.  I probably have drank 45 ounces of the Gatorade.  I could hardly swallow my pm medicince with plain water.  Now after 11:00pm, I’m having Tension Tamer with some Stevia.  I have 6 minutes to drink it because nothing after midnight.

Funny when you can’t eat how you realize how much you take food for granted.  I find myself nearly forgetting that I can’t eat, and almost snatching something off the counter and stuffing it in my mouth! 

Last time I had a colonoscopy, as tired as I was, my sis and I went to a Mexican Restaurant on the way home.  This girl can eat!

 As I contemplate tomorrow, I started thinking about when I go under.  It is embarrassing to think of looking at these folks in the face one minute, and then…well, you know.  You just can’t pretty that up.  So, I painted my toe nails.  When I went through those 7 operations in 1997 & 1998 with my kidney ordeal, the doctor always remarked about my toenails.  Once  I had a different color on each toe and he said that’s all the nurses could talk about during my operation.  My mom was so frustrated because she was anxious to hear about my operation and yet Dr. Frieden was telling her how much the nurses liked my toenails.  I figure perhaps my toe nails might provide an aversion for some of the helpers tomorrow morning or at the very least, my toes will look better.  I painted them only one color, pink. 

This is probably too much information (tmi) already, but, I’ve gone through OVER a roll of toilet paper today. 

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