Oh My Got

I know, I know. A whole year has gone by. Well almost. Here's whats been happening. *Thinks hard-pauses for a bit. Leaves the desk and gets coffee, reads the paper, lets the cats in, feeds them, ponders taking a shower, and realizes home business allows jammies, scruffy hair and bad breath, wanders past the landing and notices that blog is still up*

Thats whats been happening! Living! Ok, so I need to reschedule my barium enema to see whether or not I have something going on in the nether reaches of my rectum, besides the usual shit. I couldn't have it done the last time because *sniffles and dammit* I FUCKING HATE the fleet stuff they make you drink to clear your system up. So I didn't finish the stuff, then I didn't drink enough liquids for it to clear me up. This Russian woman, god bless her, over at ANMC was the assistant that came to get me from the lobby and escort me back to the enema chambers. I noticed that she was having a difficult time speaking english, and me being who I am, decided to tell her that I can understand Russian (I took a class in 1993 for two years, yeah I know every nuance now for the rest of my life), so she switches to Russian whilst telling me to change my clothes into a gown (that I understood, cause she led me to the bathroom and there was a gown waiting for me). I came out and she prattled on in Russian as she laid me on the cold concrete slab thingy, telling me that a balloon will be inserted you know where, etc etc, (how I got that I don't know), and that I am to hold my butt cheeks together for as long as I could..at least it sounded like she said that.

Well in the end - the x-ray showed that I am full of shit and can't have the barium x-ray done that day. So now I need to schedule another one.