Pre op today + Fort Hood shooting

Hope your friends and family are all well. Try not to let the stress get to you, as staying calm is the best way to be in these kinds of situations. Hope it all turns out fine, and good luck with the colonoscopy.

Thank you for the well wishes and calming techniques. They've begun to list the names of the deceased and wounded though I still haven't heard from all of my buddies. The breathing/calming technique has helped, not so much to keep my worrying under control but to keep the anger at bay. The guy is in a coma, they say though I'm having trouble believing the news reports lately. On the bright side, it didn't trigger a flare! Got the prep two days ago and I'm hoping this one tastes better than the last. We'll see!

Thank you, YankeeKat.

Just woke from a nap after the first batch that I started at 6pm. Misery. Absolute misery. Who was I kidding thinking that a good attitude and sense of humour would get me through this prep? First time with movi prep with hopes for a better experience completely gone out the window. I vomited after the first cup. I cried, I screamed. I even bent the bathroom towel rack in half (how the..???). Then the burning started. Yeah, you know where. I was actually praying, between sobs and wails loud enough to wake the dead. Next thing ya know, I woke up in bed. I'm exhausted but I wanted to down some gatorade before midnight. Simple pleasures, I guess. I refuse to drink gatorade during the actually consumption of the prep, it'd ruin the yummy drink for me forever.

The straw tip... did not work.

Making sure it was ice cold... did not work.

Swishing ginger ale immediatly after drinking the crap then spitting it out into the puke bucket... also did not work.

The only relief came from sucking on the hard candies and I thank you all for that tip. For that, I am forever in your debt because whew, what a rough night. At least SOMETHING took the edge off. I hope I can get back to sleep before 4am's round two. Round two. That is the only thing going through my mind right now. Sigh.

After the first storm passed, I realized that I don't remember anything from the last prep two years ago. I remember waking up and falling in love with the grape juice and graham crackers they gave me. Don't remember the prep at all. This marks the second time that my mind has blocked out a hospital related event and I hadn't even made it to the hospital yet!

I tried to keep a positive attitude. Tried breathing my way through it, deep breaths TramaDoll, deep breaths! I tried meditation. I tried imagining I was in the picture on the bathroom wall, with the lovely serene beach scene. There's no getting around it, the stuff is foul and I wouldn't wish the experience on my worst enemy. I believe this concludes my rant. Thanks for reading, wishing you all a good day!

TramaDoll