Colonosco-Nightmare
Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…. I’ve been sitting on (hahahahaha butt jokes) a version of this post for some time. I’ve gone through a nice little run-through of all the emotions in the past four months, thus my blog silence. I’ve also been writing elsewhere, and no, you can’t read it (yet). A friend of mine nailed it on the head, first guess - I’m looking at you, Kelly - but I’m not going to talk about it and that delay - it’s totally not worth the blog space. Not even close. Instead, we’re going to go over the fact that January 24th marks my SIXTH colonoscopy. Stop and absorb that. 1 2 3 4 5 SIXTH. FRIGGING. COLONOSCOPY. I’m 37, y’all. I do not want to hear ANYONE complaining about getting one. GET IT DONE. The reason for this one (other than the fact that crohn’s patients usually average a colonoscopy a year, and I didn’t get one done last year - score) is to check for active disease, because things have been...well, acting up