6:15 AM 199 pounds.
I thought I’d be losing weight with this process. Certainly it feels that there’s not much left inside.
I took my second dose of Pico-Salax, my oral purgative. It doesn’t taste as good as the last one, probably because now I associate the taste with repeated sittings on the toilet. I’m off to the hospital at noon for the really fun stuff - the stuff I'm not looking forward to. Really, they should just knock me out when I get there and wake me up to go home. Sigh. Six hours of waiting followed by 3 hours of activity. I’m nervous.
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That sounds like a horrible nightmare to me.
Actually, your last post sounds like my whole 1988.
Hope they find nothing! (Unless they're trying to establish the cause for some problems you're having, in which case I hope they find something they can fix easily.)
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