I woke up.  It was over.  YUMMY!  I survived the gallon of Miralax cocktails that had to be drank in about an hour and a half – I was thinking I’d have to puke there at the end but managed not to – the night of the day before was a miserable little bitch as anyone that has gone through this can attest to.  No food for the full day, drink clear fluids, then chug stuff to make you stay almost surgically attached to the porcelain throne, etc., etc.  A totally miserable night where you sleep like shit and hit the throne more than once and then off in the early AM to go through the procedure.  I was really happy to be put out, no pain, no stomach distress, no exhausted feeling, and when they were calling me to wake up, I really didn’t want to.  Sleep was wonderful and I finally felt warm, there place was freezing and it was 32 degrees when we fired up the steed at 5:30AM for the trip. Continue reading “Linda, Linda…” →