Barely had the calories to post...

I have a “procedure” at the hospital tomorrow. I really don’t want to get in to the specifics about it, but suffice it to say I’m not happy about it. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna die or anything (well, someday, but not because of this), I’m just bitching about the prep right now.

First of all, this sucks because I can’t eat all day today. No solid food. So I’m watching the Bears game and eating low sodium chicken broth. No brats, no beer, no nachos or some other fun game type food—CHICKEN BROTH and WATER.

Later today I have to take this medicine that’s sole purpose is to make me ill. We can put a man on the frickin’ moon and I have to drink a gallon of this shit. There’s no simple pill option. I’d take a couple of pills and drink a gallon of water if I they’d let me—medical science is seriously lagging in this arena. It tastes like open infected ass. I’m not kidding about it’s badness—even the pharmacist gave me the look “Ooooo—I feel sorry for you.” But don’t worry folks…as the doctor and pharmacist pointed out; there are “flavor” packets that I can add to the solution. Yeah, I’m sure a little pineapple tablet is the answer. Maybe I can add some rum and a little umbrella too!! To add insult to injury, I have to drink it, but it’s not even covered by my insurance—what the crap!

So today, (and appreciate the irony) I’m tired yet wide awake, hungry yet feeling sick, and crabby (there’s no pair for this—I’m just crabby).