Halfway through my second doze of laxative (actually, just a mouth of it) and I am toying with the idea of throwing all of it away. Absolutely disgusting trying to down it and not to mention the after-effects of it.
As much as I would like to be cool about the whole thing, telling others that there is no need to visit me, that it is a small procedure, I am actually afraid of it. I have no idea what to expect of it, the entire experience is new and I am glad my dear boy will be taking a day off just to be beside my bed when I wake up.
I'm sure it is not going to look pretty like in the movies. I am going to feel groggy, thirsty, look like crap and be in pain (and probably be a pain). Am trying hard not to think about it and just take a step at a time. What's got to be done, will have to be done.
At the same time, I am going to miss out on all the action of a good friend's wedding, while the entire gang goes gaga over the big occasion. I might even have to miss the wedding dinner and the stay in 1degree15, the staycation with the gang and their families :( The entire idea of missing the whole thing just makes me feel really disappointed, like a little girl being trapped at home because of the rain! Boo!@
That little girl aside, I hope everything goes smoothly tomorrow and I should be back by Friday! If any thing should happen to me, I hope the banks waive all my debts to them... ;p
WR
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