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We took the Kid to a local farm a couple weeks ago. Part of the planning process included visiting their website and looking at map of the farm. The Hubby and the Kid wanted to know where the cows where, like normal people. I, on the other hand, scoured the map for much more important destinations: the bathrooms. After seeing three different spots designated as such, I agreed that we could go and didn’t really think much else about it. Three bathrooms! On a pretty small farm! I’d be FINE!
It never occurred to me that the “bathrooms” would be port-a-potties. Hot, smelly, and gross Port-a-potties. I cringe just thinking about it. Luckily, I didn’t need to use them. It’s amazing how small farms can be when the Kid runs a full speed all over it.
Have you ever had surgery? From my very limited experience, prepping for it sucks. It’s nothing particularly eventful. It’s very boring really, at least for the surgery had. It’s just that You. Can’t. Eat. And those of us with IBS know that not eating is NOT GOOD. What are they thinking? Leaving me stressed out with an empty stomach???
I was a little bit worried about that.
I couldn’t have anything to eat after midnight except for jello (which I HATE! but would have perhaps given my right arm for come noon), black coffee (HAHAHAHAHAHA! I about laughed till I cried when I heard that I could have coffee of all things), apple juice (eh…tummy doesn’t really like apple juice), water, and not much else. They graciously let me take my Bentyl, but I had to take it at 9am, hours earlier than normal, and couldn’t take it when I really would have liked to take it at noon.
Luckily once at the surgical center, it wasn’t too long till they knocked me out. Even better, it was before my stomach realized what time it was! So all was well. I woke up STARVING, of course. And could’t wait to get to the car where I had stashed a Sprite and a bagel. Then I went home and took the good drugs they gave me and didn’t really feel much after that! Except hunger.
Recovering from surgery, no matter how minor or routine, sucks. Especially when you not only do you have to deal with the healing part, you also have to deal with antibiotics. I was not amused when the doctor told me I’d be taking them after my surgery. I guess I really shouldn’t have been surprised, but it really hadn’t occurred to me and I certainly didn’t think I’d have to take them three times a day. ick. They always mess my intestines up anyway, so I was not really excited about the super concentrated dose I was going to have to take. Luckily, I was home recovering much longer than expected so side effects where better controlled and I didn’t have worry about them bothering me at work. I think the narcotic pain drugs may have helped a bit too…
