So my birthday was December 18 and that's the day I turned 50. FIFTY! The big Five-Oh! 5 decades! 1/2 a century!
One might think from that sentence that 50 traumatized me but truly, it didn't. I couldn't believe I was 50 years old! When I look in the mirror, I see the me from 30 years ago, granted, with a few more pounds and a few more fine lines on my face, but still? 50? No way.
But today, it's official. I FEEL 50 today. I spent yesterday working from home, prepping for my 1st colonoscopy.
There are probably other words I could use, like, "I'm starving!" and "That stuff sucked!" and "It made me want to vomit after the first three glasses!" and "NO EFFIN' WAY AM I DOING THIS AGAIN!"
But I will, in five years or next year, whenever Dr. M. tells me I have to do it again...
I have to be at the office at 11:30 this morning; the procedure is at 12 noon. I'm pretty sure that I'll be fine and they'll find nothing, but even if they find a few polyps, they'll remove them.
I have a bad headache; I'm not sure if it's from the low pressure system on its way (I'm susceptible to pressure headaches) or if it's because I'M STARVING! I haven't had solid food from Thursday night, and I'm so hungry I could scream!
I'm dreaming of where to go for lunch, post-procedure. I'm thinking a diner, instead of our traditional Burger King (that's where J wanted to go after his colonscopies...)... Or perhaps California Pizza Kitchen - I haven't been in a long time and I love their Pear and Gorgonzola pie... That would totally make J sick to his stomach, but it's MY colonoscopy...