Finally, hours after we began, we have found peace. Me and my creatures are as one…under a temporary armistice. Pain is not felt.

I’m still pretty much stuck in bed. I use the word “stuck” with some hesitation because my bed is lovely comfy. If I didn’t worry about losing all my muscle tone, I’d be content to surrender into the down.

So while I’m laying here, I’m thinking about tomorrow’s scan. I recently reread my journal entry from August 24, 2022. It features the barium that I was asked to drink for my first scan…back when I was a scan newbie.

I was sent home from my lab work appointment with barium, a radioactive liquid which had to be consumed the day of the scan. The barium, as August 24, 2022 Debra will tell you, was disgusting and hurt her stomach.

Scan done. I’m making small talk with the technician. I start dissing the barium. Oh, he says, don’t you know that there’s a lemonade product you can drink instead and you don’t have to worry about the barium …make sure you ask for that next time.

What?????

Well, I am no longer a Ct newbie. I know the inside scoop—where they keep the good stuff.

I was ready when the checkout lady behind the glass threw open the bottom cabinet behind her, waving her arms like Vanna White. “Voila. What flavor barium do you want?”

Oh, no thanks anyway. I smiled. None for me. I would like to do the lemonade. The ok tasting, doesn’t hurt your insides, drink and sip lemonade.

Oh ok. Good choice! She said as she carefully closed the doors, leaving the barium to wait for a less informed patient.

I have no idea how or even if whether to provide a visual for that story. Although I am a big believer in the power of the photograph.

Bunny just sent me a pic of her 4 year old grandson holding tightly to to his newborn brother. Such love already and what a lot to look forward to! Congratulations to all! Their pic lead me to this one of Jake and baby Brenden. Oh and Jake’s baby, PC