Couple of Things

So, I mentioned over at Fat Chat that I finally had a long-overdue colonoscopy, along with an endoscopy, for good measure.

I spent days and days fretting about the whole business . . . and all for nothing, really.  The days leading up to the procedures were not all that pleasant, as there was a lot to keep track of, like what I could and couldn't eat and, of course, swallowing some rather vile concoction.  I was unhappy and cranky for a time, when not able to eat or drink anything for quite a few hours--or was it days?--beforehand.  Then, too, there was the pooping.  It wasn't as bad as I expected, though.

Pretty soon, I found myself at the point of no return, dressed in a hospital gown and laying on a gurney, as I received an intravenous cocktail of valium and twilight anesthesia.  And I was out like a light very quickly.

I only remember feeling some discomfort when, I'm presuming, air was forced into my colon, but the sensation didn't last long . . . I don't think.  And, my throat was mildly sore that evening, but okay the next day.  I woke up, after about 90 minutes, feeling pretty good . . . maybe just a little dazed.

So, that was it.  Everything checked out okay, too, so big relief there.

In other news, things are all in a jumble here at The Complaint Department.

New, upstairs carpeting is on the horizon, and we've been busy tearing up the old, nasty carpet and padding.  At the same time, we're shifting some of the furniture around, getting rid of stuff that doesn't fit our lifestyle any longer.

One of those pieces is a giant, mirrored cabinet monstrosity, which surrounded our bed, with built-in lights and electrical hook-ups, and gold trim and white-finished oak wood--holy crap!

As I told Tony the other day, I'm getting too old to have furniture that I have to climb ladders in order to clean.  It's time to dispense with the Arab Dictator Chic line and go for something more practical for the American geezer set.

Same goes for the white carpet!

I can only describe the new carpet color as a shade of a Weimaraner.

What a disaster!

I'm taking over this bedroom to use as an office.  My former office was a tiny desk adjoining Tony's much-larger one, which my friend Peanut referred to as Mini-Me's desk.  Tony's work would often spill over into my small area, creating issues.

We switched out the king-sized bed from the guestroom, which took up the entire room, with the awful (IMO) marshmallow bed from our room, thereby assuring that overnight guests will not overstay their welcome.

This bed, in the spare spare-room, has been broken down, and will be replaced with the bed in my soon-to-be office, where the piano will also be situated.

All of our crap is currently residing in the bathrooms.

I can't even begin to tell you how this kind of disarray affects me.  Especially since we still have no idea when the installation of the carpet will take place.

And the whole business of getting rid of stuff and rearranging rooms and furniture has caused some flaps between husband and wife, possibly indicating some major power shifts and reverberations.  I'm sure you all felt it, wherever you are!

Comments

[Karenth49]

Return to the glads. Gaze restfully, take slow, deep breaths. I've been doing it for days and it helps.

Between your blog and Mary's tonight, I'm exhausted. Looking carefully at your photos, I see many hours of work, many delicate conversations, many unspoken words, and I don't know how you do it all. Each of us (three) seems to have a truly wonderful spousal unit. But DAMN, I don't think that's going to be enough for the current and coming draMMa, dust-ups, and hard work we got goin' on hee-yuh, huh?

[Margaret]

Glad you got the colonoscopy over with and that it went SMOOTHLY. (ha ha) I hate chaos in my house; it adds to my stress. I like orderly. :)

[Pam Jones]

You get an A for being responsible about your health. You get an A for being organized and takin' care o' business around the house. And you get an A++ for the guest bedroom idea, to wit: moving marshmallow bed into the guest room "thereby assuring that overnight guests will not overstay their welcome." I apologize for always trying to one-up you but I can. We have a 5-bedroom room house and NO guest bedrooms. Each extra bedroom is full of books and miscellaneous "treasures." Very transparent, I know. But friends and family seem to accept it. Would LOVE to hear what they say behind my back. No, wait, maybe not.

And as always I love seeing the Chesapeake outside your windows.

[Miz S]

I'm disappointed that you didn't include a picture of the cabinet monstrosity that surrounded your bed. It sounds very Las Vegas hotel. Hey--are you and Tony swingers or something?