endless possibilities

I normally have quite a time coming up with titles for my blog entries. But not today. In fact, I could probably come up with several dozen...or more. Here are just a few of them.....

Drink...don't think

Love is a many splendored thing

You are going to pay for this forever

Growing old sucks

Hunger gnawing at my insides

Today's the day

Because he loves me

I think not

Intestines beware

Laugh don't cry

This too shall pass

Today is THE day. THE day I've been dreading for over a month. Really dreading. Dreading so much that when I wake up nights thinking about it I can't go back to sleep. I've wanted to just say, " No, absolutely no way; however I have enough fear of God in me and knowing He works through my authorities, that I must submit. Go down with the ship so to speak. I still don't want to do it; I'm totally freaked out about it. It's kinda like being in the ocean and not knowing how to swim. Now I've never been in the ocean, but I don't know how to swim so I can imagine how horrible it would be.

Today is "prep" day for the colonsocopy that my husband insists we must have tomorrow.
I-N-S-I-S-T-S because he loves me. He really is going to pay for this one! Our insurance will pay for it totally; all we are out is for the gallon jug of powder that you add water to and drink so that you will lose everything within you. My life will be forever changed once I start this at 4:00 this afternoon. I am all out of sorts. I want to run away. I want to EAT; I'm hungry already and I can't eat anything except what will go through a straw and jello as long as it isn't red or purple. Tomorrow I can't even have my diet coke! Totally sucks.

I can't believe that the citrus berry powder I added to the water didn't even change the color. It still looks like water~! Really, they should do something about that for those of us who don't like water. I have to drink a whole GALLON of it. A G-A-L-L-O-N as in 4 quarts, 8 pints, 16 cups, 128 ounces of horrible tasting stuff. Then you go through the next horrible part of getting rid of it and everything else you've consumed for the last fifty years (53 in my case).

The only good thing about is that I've evaded this for three extra years. Doctors recommend you have one at 50 years of age. My dear, wonderful husband (Donald, you ARE going to PAY!) is a radiation therapist at the cancer center and sees firsthand what colon cancer does. He really does love me and I know that. I'm not scared of the procedure itself, just the drinking of the contents of the dreaded jug sitting in my refrigerator getting chilled.

I'm trying to have a sense of humor about this, but Donald is actually doing much better in this department than I am. He has even written this on the calendar on tomorrow's date...
12 Noon
Donald and Sarah
Romantic afternoon together!

Now if you've already experienced this please don't tell me how awful it was. I do not need any horror stories right now. Wait until it's over and we can swap tales!