I’ve been really drugged – “vicozy” to use a term a twitter-bud coined to describe the feeling one has when hopped up on vicodin – and really tired, and I’m still sore despite not having a conclusive diagnosis, but I’m finally feeling a bit better, although the cocktail of pain killers and antibiotics probably has a lot to do with it.
On Tuesday, I saw a g/i specialist who sent me for an ultrasound, just to make sure they hadn’t missed anything with the ct scan, and then was given instructions to set up a colonoscopy, though I have permission to cancel that if I’m feeling better.
Somewhat ironically one of the spam emails I received today was for a colon cleanser, and I have to admit I found that amusing.
In other news, Fuzzy’s in Hong Kong building servers, Zorro’s heart murmur is worse, and I’ve had the worst week ever work-wise for a number of reasons I won’t bother you with.
I baked cookies last night, and they’re great, but I’m now out of vanilla, which is tragic. The cookies have this wonderful caramelly flavor beneath the chocolate (they’re Ghirardelli chocolate chip cookies, with double the vanilla). I’m quite certain they have medicinal qualities.