Yesterday when I stepped on the Wii Fit scale, that cartoonish voice said, "GREAT!" I guess it would; I had lost six pounds preparing for my colonoscopy. I finally had a real meal yesterday after five days of near starvation.
Hubby said, "You want to weigh this morning?" I was prepared for a wee rise in my weight, but when I stripped down and stepped on, that little clown-creep squealed, "OHHHH!" in a pained voice.
THREE pounds increase! I didn't eat three pounds of food. That little Wii creep is going to think "OHHH!" Wait until tomorrow. Hubby is taking me to breakfast today.
I am so fortunate to be as healthy as I am and to be able to eat. In the pre-op room there were patients with stomach cancer and esophogeal concerns, a man with a tracheotomy, a man who told the doctor he had quit smoking...Sunday. The nurses couldn't believe that I don't take any prescription drugs at my age and my blood pressure was great. I am thankful. They found tiny-tiny polyp and will have results next week, but no concerns. The doctor did ask if I'd been on vacation and had been constipated. I asked if she saw my flaking sunburn. No, she said, "You have a vey small hemmorhoid."
I replied, "He's not that small. Can you bring him back here to the recovery room?"
Actually, although he is a pain in the butt (only once in a while), I have the best husband in the world!