Aside from being sad about the loss of such a wonderful man, I'm upset that I couldn't make it to the services. Geoff wouldn't hear of it, and he's right. I would have done nothing but send myself into a flare if I tried to push myself in order to make it to Virginia in time for the funeral.
Today I'm going to the cardiologist for my check-up. It's good timing because it feels like my heart has a life of its own lately. Tomorrow I have a colonoscopy. I've been having blood in my stool and chronic diarrhea, so the doctor has to check that out.
Since Geoff is out of town, Aja is going to be my ride from the colonoscopy tomorrow. I never understand what the doctor tells me after surgery. Usually Geoff is there to ask questions. I guess that I'm going to have to try to catch up with my doctor when I come back to my senses.
I always try to end with advice relevant to my experience, and I'm having a hard time coming up with something. Oh wait, I got it! I used to have a doctor who used to give me a colonoscopies while I was wide awake. That was the most miserable experience ever. The first time my new doctor gave me a colonoscopy and told me that I would be put to sleep for it, I wanted to go and punch my old doctor in the face. If you're ever offered a choice between pain and comfort, choose comfort.
Take care Lupies.