Scoped

Today was one of those days.  You know, a day when you need to do things you don’t really want to do. 

Hubby had to have what has turned into an annual colonoscopy.  He keeps developing polyps and they keep removing them.  Sure wish we could figure out what he is doing to fertilize those little suckers!

We drove into town through the foggy Missouri River bottom.  It was a nice high fog, not the thick pea soup kind of fog that we often experience during the early morning hours here.

Even with the fog, we got to the hospital plenty early.  They checked him in, asking all the appropriate questions (of things already in their computer) and then sent us on down the hall so Jim could humiliate himself in one of those oh so cute don’t move or your tushe will be exposed robes. 

 

Hospitals have a unique smell and sound.  I listened to the beep, beep of the monitors that was coming from behind each and every curtained area.  The nurses wear tennies or the rubber crocks that have become so popular.  Sneaking up on a person is no problem for them.  And each of them have a little cart that holds a little computer to tap in all the personal history information that should already be there since you gave it all to them only a year ago.  In this day and age, I’ll  never understand why they can’t just say “I have your records from last year, has anything changed?” 

But heck, they were sweet as pie and it doesn’t hurt to answer all their questions. 

Nurse:  Has any of your mom and dad’s medical history changed?

Jim:  No, mom still has Alzheimer's and dad is still dead (he can be somewhat of a smart ass at times)

Kim, a good friend of ours works in Outpatient Surgery.  As they were rolling hubby down the hallway to have unspeakable things done to him, Kim came over and gave me a big hug.  Have I ever mentioned how wonderful hugs are?  There is nothing better.  She kind of grinned and said, “I told them Jim is a good friend and I didn’t want to hear his personal history and I sure as heck didn’t want to see his hiney”.  Did I mention Kim is a good friend?

Now I had 45 minutes or so to kill.  So I closed my eyes and listened.

Somewhere I heard a little one cry.  Not a baby type cry, more like a toddler.  And I had to wonder what type of tests or surgery was this little one facing and why?  I hope it is nothing serious.  Then I heard the soft voice of her mommy singing “Little rabbit foofoo, hopping through the forest, scooping up the field mice…”  In my mind I could envision her holding up two fingers and bouncing them as the bunny hops through the field and then scooping them down.  Then I thought, what a strange song to sing to calm a child down.  I mean think about it, the rabbit is abusing the mice and the good fairy ultimately turns the rabbit into a goon.  But who am I to judge?  The child must have been fascinated by the two fingers bopping around because she quieted down to contented silence.

As I walked around the area to get a cup of coffee, I noticed one curtained area had 3 or 4 people hovering around.  I thought to myself, “this one has to be a lot more than a simple colonoscopy”.  Mentally I said a little prayer of thanks and good wishes to all the others.

In no time they had hubby back with me, safe and sound and groggy as hell.  Doc came in and said “yep, once again we removed polyps, see you next year” (or something like that).

Have you ever watched a drunk trying to get dressed?  It really is funny.  By the time I had propped him back up several times, it was time to weave our way back out onto the streets, with an attendant following along to make sure Jim didn’t take a nose dive between the hospital bed and the car door.  So far so good.

Did you notice that I spared you the details of the day before colonoscopy preparations?  You’re welcome.  All I will say about that is, hubby was famished by this time.  So we stopped at Country Kitchen for breakfast.  After several cups of coffee, and a chicken fried steak type breakfast, (and me reminding him to sit up and stay awake) we headed for home.

Hubby did the head rolled back, mouth open, with the occasional snort back to reality thing all the way home.  I do love that man lol.  At one point he came back to reality long enough to say “wow  that was great, the colors were so vivid!” and then he was out again.  Darn it, I want some of what he’s smoking.

So here it is with the morning not even over and I feel like I’ve put in a full day! 

 

OH      MY     GOSH     I just looked up from my typing and saw something move.  Sweet.  It is our family of deer, mom and her twins, come to visit.  They have been foraging for heavens knows what in our orchard of two cherry trees (we had big plans at one time but you know how that goes.)  They are probably eating the lower branches of the trees.  Maybe I shouldn’t be so happy to see them?

Do you see them in amongst the trees there?  (makes a mental note to wash my windows)

 I’m still in my office snapping the shutter and think, I’ll bet I can sneak onto the front porch and get a close up.

Now I couldn’t make this next part up if I tried.  I carefully open the squeaky front door (another mental note, grease door hinges) to sneak outside for my photo opportunity.

Charlie?  Where did you come from?  Where are my deer?  Have I mentioned that the squirrels have taken over?  Well, they have!