robinson46176 wrote:I will continue to vote for the pills... "If" they are still using them 9 years from now...
IIRC we were on an about 24 hour schedule for the whole thing.
Yes, avoid all colored foodstuffs (especially red). We were able to have stuff like clear soup etc.
Once they started that IV I was gone. Woke up feeling quite rested, got dressed and we went out for lunch on the way home.
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Yup, once you get past check in this is almost a non-event. The hardest part of the whole thing was that short period of time when eating was prohibited.
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I like a good whine as much as the next guy Like how bad my short term memory has become, or the fact that getting out of my recliner creates so noise, or that it takes the first 4 steps away from the table to get everything working together...
Today I had one of those "I should be very grateful" moments that hit now and then.
We have been mowing for a couple of days and I have been doing some horse fence stuff.. Beyond the usual aches and pains though I am felling very good over all.
One good thing / bad thing about eating out a lot is seeing old friends. I have lived in this county all of my life and my wife since 1963. Having owned and operated businesses here we are pretty well known and see a lot of folks from years past often.
The bad part is when you see someone that you have not seen in a while and they look awful...
Today we ran down to the local Bob Evans for lunch and as normal we strode briskly from the van to the door making almost a sort of a hop / jump for the last long step up on the curb. While we were eating I looked out the window and saw 2 classmates (class of 1960) getting out of their car. They have been married since right after high school, both nice folks. We have seen them fairly regularly over the years but not recently. It was a serious effort for them to get out of their car and as they crossed the parking lot they were both bent seriously over forward taking tiny steps and struggling with each one. Even getting seated at their table was quite hard. At one point I spoke to them and he spoke back but frankly I am pretty sure that neither of them knew who I was...
Like I said, one of those moments...
We should appreciate what we have while we have it... Any of us regardless of age could be in that boat or worse tomorrow.
Don't just do things, be glad that you can. Don't sweat the small stuff, it doesn't amount to a hill of beans.
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Francis Robinson
I did not equip with Shopsmiths in spite of the setups but because of them.
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robinson46176 wrote:I like a good whine as much as the next guy Like how bad my short term memory has become, or the fact that getting out of my recliner creates so noise, or that it takes the first 4 steps away from the table to get everything working together...
Today I had one of those "I should be very grateful" moments that hit now and then.
We have been mowing for a couple of days and I have been doing some horse fence stuff.. Beyond the usual aches and pains though I am felling very good over all.
One good thing / bad thing about eating out a lot is seeing old friends. I have lived in this county all of my life and my wife since 1963. Having owned and operated businesses here we are pretty well known and see a lot of folks from years past often.
The bad part is when you see someone that you have not seen in a while and they look awful...
Today we ran down to the local Bob Evans for lunch and as normal we strode briskly from the van to the door making almost a sort of a hop / jump for the last long step up on the curb. While we were eating I looked out the window and saw 2 classmates (class of 1960) getting out of their car. They have been married since right after high school, both nice folks. We have seen them fairly regularly over the years but not recently. It was a serious effort for them to get out of their car and as they crossed the parking lot they were both bent seriously over forward taking tiny steps and struggling with each one. Even getting seated at their table was quite hard. At one point I spoke to them and he spoke back but frankly I am pretty sure that neither of them knew who I was...
Like I said, one of those moments...
We should appreciate what we have while we have it... Any of us regardless of age could be in that boat or worse tomorrow.
Don't just do things, be glad that you can. Don't sweat the small stuff, it doesn't amount to a hill of beans.
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Give me the strength to do what I can, . . . . . . And the wisdom to know what I cannot!
Says the man who took 3 days to 'recover' from an hour and a half creeping/crawling in a crawl space under the house while removing a bath tub waste line etc., two days obtaining pvc 'joints' to replace the cast iron and brass parts and am now attempting to 'recover' from a return trip 'down thar' for a similar time period that included sawing the floor with a key hole saw to accommodate the new parts.
Trouble with large leg muscles, is when they are sore, you really notice!
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I've had to have them since I turned 40 every 5 years, due to my Mom's demise from colorectal, and then pancreatic/liver cancer. I've been clean so far 3 times, and the last I woke up while the camera was still inside and saw my intestines all pink. For 4 days afterwards I could not walk into the wind with my mouth open or I swear I whistled from the other end.
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charlese wrote:What can I not do? I have found that when I hurt my arm I can no longer go to bed and wake up with it being all well! I used to be able to do this!
But now days - I'll go to bed with my arm feeling fine and wake up in the morning with it hurting.
I pray none of you ever are forced to live with a destroyed rotator cuff. Pain becomes a constant companion. One never knows when the day will begin with more discomfort than is tolerable. Conversely going to bed is always a crap shoot, the pain is there and the question becomes can I get to sleep or will I lie awake all night. Then again watching my wife in constant pain day and night with her broken ankle adds a whole new dimension to life. Be thankful my friends the next injury can always be worse than ever dreamed of. Jim
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When the love of power is replaced by the power of love the world will have a chance for survival.
I have had the golightly, enema and I'm here to say the Miramax is the best.
My doctor told me go buy a gallon jug of Gator aid any flavor except one that is blue or red (I don't remember). In any case he said pour off 8 oz and pour in the the bottle of Miramix. I was then to drink 8 oz every half hour until it was finished. Worked like a champ with absolutely no unpleasantness.
I'm half afraid to go get any test any more. I had a good friend pass away after the colonscopy tore his intestine.
Then here a few month ago I had a friend die a horrible death from an infection from his prostrate exam.
He took the exam came home and was fine about 5 hours later he was back in the hospital and never left. One organ after anothers started to shut down. One by one and as soon as the doctors got one organ back working another quit. He was in severe pain until mercifully he went into a coma and didn't know anything for the last month or so.
Doctors story is he suspects a microscopic piece of fecal matter got pushed by the biopsy needle into his prostrate and the rest is history.
After these two incidents I'm almost to the point of saying if it is still working don't mess with it.
I didn't know what a Shopsmith was...
Three days later I owned one...
One week later I was rebuilding one...
Four months later I owned two....
Ok Ok, I'm up to four now...
And for a different perspective on the colonoscopy, a song by Bowser and Blue.
Also a thought for the day. Do half assed people have semi-colons?
Ron Dyck
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Like how bad my short term memory has become, or the fact that getting out of my recliner creates so noise, or that it takes the first 4 steps away from the table to get everything working together...
