I had an endoscopy this morning- that's the one where the camera/tube checks out your throat and stomach. The good news? Everything is fine. That means that the significant ulcer pain I had in May and June is gone either a) because the ulcer healed itself during my wonderful resting month of July, or b) the pain was actually induced by aggravation and went away once I had some time off. We'll see what happens in September- that's what we doctors call "differential diagnosis".
So, I woke up after the procedure, apparently completely clearheaded, got my paperwork and was driven home by DH- who was totally non-solicitous since I seemed perfectly normal. The first clue that maybe I was still "under the influence" was when he was leaving to go to the store for milk so I could have my now-very-delayed morning tea and I told him "have a nice life", rather than "have a nice walk"! Hmmmmm. Then I had a humungous mug of tea and promptly fell asleep for about 3 hours.
Now I am ravenously hungry, although I have eaten three times in the less than three hours since I woke up. I am also unbelievably sleepy. So, what did I get done today??? NOT MUCH!!!
I ambled around the Internet rather aimlessly, checked out some blogs, read a punch of posts on SCS, and in general, accomplished nothing. Oh, well.
Oh, did I mention that the death of Isaac Hayes resulted in DH subjecting me, REPEATEDLY, to the lyrics of "Shaft" all day?
The Olympics continue to amuse, amaze and interest me. That swimming relay last night was such a thrill. I watched a lot of swim meets in college and they really are VERY exciting in person, which I don't think TV really conveys well. I also read a story today where Mark Spitz is whining that he wasn't invited to Beijing to watch Phelps attempt to break his record. The majority of the story was him (Spitz) telling us how great he (Spitz) is. Yuck!
Speaking of SCS- I was, a while ago, wasn't I?- here's a blog I really like. Excellent tutorials and BEAUTIFUL cards!
Fading fast here. That's all for now.