A really long week

We have moved... and finally gotten working internet. Took over a week - no thanks to comhem. But now it works, and our business with them is done in a month.

Moving has been quite an ordeal. On top of it all I had to start preparing for today - possibly one of the worst days of my life. As most are aware my stomach is one of those things that generally works badly in my life. So today I was in for some testing. Starting with a quick gastroscopy, and moving on to an extremely painful endoscopy. Mmmm... now there's something I never ever want to go through again in my entire life, unless possibl if it's a matter of life and death.

It all started yesterday, when lunch was my last meal... went home to start drinking four - yes FOUR litres of laxatives... My friends - dont't do it. I have never tasted anything as vile in my life - and the following eight hours weren't exactly anything to wish for either. So today, I went in for my appointment at 12.45 without having eaten anything for over 24 hours and having had little to drink since last night.

Now, everyone has always told me that the gastroscopy is the worst. I beg to differ. Yes, it is very uncomfortable, and gag reflexes were definitely being triggered - but it was over withing 5 minutes. My throat maybe hurt for another half hour. Now the edoscopy - a completely different story. They give you laughing gas as part of the standard procedure and stronger stuff if you need it. Well, they gave me the shot when I started crying and hyperventilating in the gas mask... After it was all over, my butt feels extremely violated, and on top of it, they blew so much air up my ass I'm not even going to go in to the rest...

Now, on pain killers I'm feeling a little less miserable. And I get to eat. Yippee! Although now I'm not feeling even half as much up for it as this morning. At least they didn't find anything. I seem all "healthy" - just have to wait for the the testing of the samples they grabbed to know for sure. It seems I am getting closer to the definitive diagnosi of IBS. Woohoo... or not as it may be.

Well, over the week end we are off to a lovely bout of family reunion on my dad's side of the family. Should be fun - get to go back to where we used to have our old summer house when I was a kid. And in true family tradition, I'm sure it will rain all week end.

Toodles.