Doesn’t it just figure.

I just got my schedule for the foreign animal disease seminar I’m attending Thursday. There’s a catered lunch there, which I didn’t know about. A real lunch, on the State. Not one of those tables with graze-as-you-go doughnuts and stale coffee like they usually provide, but a sit-down and waiters in funny looking uniforms bring it to you genuine lunch, scheduled for 12:00.

Guess what time I’m supposed to stop eating in preparation for Friday’s procedure? 12:00.

I guess my crack about packing lime Jello really wasn’t a joke after all.

Can you believe the directions specify that I can’t even have red Jello before hand? Or purple? That limits the choices rather severely. I can have all the chicken boullion I want though. Or ginger ale. And, of course, green jello.


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  1. I’m sorry. I know she’s a terror…but I love her all the more for it. I just chuckled when I saw her sitting there so pretty. I think she truly is playing with your sanity…

    I hope your ailments go away soon. There is nothing fun about the prep for the tests and the samples!!!


  2. S went through this not long ago. He said the preparations were worse than the actual procedure, which was actually over before he knew they’d started. Hang in there. It’ll be over soon.

  3. *Giggles at the pictures* Me and Mum laughed at them again. We especially like the one where she is smiling eyes closed, looking extremely content :).

    I’m glad you like coming to my diary. I like coming here too, even where there aren’t pictures and stories about the kitties :).

    And btw, there’s been a change in the situation with my mum, and I’m going to write aboit it now.


  4. I laughed all the way though your dealings with KfH, picturing the scene in my mind. I would say you passed the eustress limit. Hang in there. Better hide Capt Pickard (sp?) before it is too late.

  5. Oh, no! What incredibly horrible timing. :/

    Man. 😛

    I’ve had the little brother of that procedure–the flexi sig, because I have IBS. I stumbled upon this page, which has some procedure-specific humor, You might find it funny now, later or never, depending on your tolerance for "life in these united states" kind of situations. There’s other stuff on the site, too, including this one, which I quite like:

    "Q: What does HMO stand For?

    A:This is actually a variation of the phrase, "Hey, Moe!" Its roots go back to a concept pioneered by Dr. Moe Howard, who discovered that a patient could be made to forget about the pain in his foot if he were poked hard enough in the eyes. Modern practice replaces the physical finger poke with hi-tech equivalents such as voice mail and referral slips, but the results remain the same."

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