Fat Tuesday: March 17
Scott was great keeping me distracted and planning and preparing all the meals I would want before I had to fast and start my prep. We had a pizza party with Scott’s Dad, Ron, and Steve and Rose.
It worked out well that they came over because I also had to go the hospital for blood work an other prep. I weighed 125 at the prep appt. they also asked me where I got the nice bruise on my arm. To which I explained that was from a training nurse who blew the vain. My arms at this point look pretty bruised from all the needles.
March 18, “the fast”
Spent the day trying to be as normal as possible with the kids, having living room dance parties and just enjoying each other. Our current jams are “uptown funk” and “Shake it off”. Jeffrey rides his red car around and I hold Cecilia while we dance. We pretty much rock!!
Liquids only and I started prep around 4pm. With my colonoscopy, I followed the Gatorade prep. This was a super bowel prep. It was basically two bottles of sulfate and egh. I struggled to get the first bottle down, I can’t even describe how awful it tasted. Little did I know this prep was going to work super fast, and by that, I mean immediately. 4 hours later, it was time to drink the second bottle, and I knew I couldn’t do it. One swallow and I started to throw up. Luckily, I called the dr. Exchange and the surgeon was on call and called me back personally. I explained that I couldn’t quit vomitting and he said I didn’t need to finish the prep. I also threw up one of three doses of antibiotics that was part of the prep.
And lucky me, I get to have routine colonoscopies for the rest of my life. I hope I have several more but man the prep sucks.
That night, it was a combo of exhaustion and illness battling in my body…Exhaustion eventually won, and I got some rest.
Nikki Commentary: Poor Scott, gets a phone call from me, asking him to come home right away because I need to be in the bathroom, and he needs to watch the kids, and oh yes, the bathroom on the main floor will not flush.
After Dr. Brabbee called me back to discuss the prep, I told him to get some rest. He responded, “I’m still at work, Kid!”
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