(Tuesday - Sunday)
Day 7: Tuesday, Nov. 29
Enema! Like pepper spraying protestors, only soapy water, from behind. Mwah-ha-ha! Hold 30 minutes. Manage one. Run.
Don’t. Entirely. Make it.
Humiliation! Hooligans! Little effect. Grasp hope, dignity.
Previous day’s x-rays unimpressive. Bit o’ barium through, but slowly.
Walk halls, suck on hard candy, start Reglan drug, all to stimulate protest eradication. Right arm off limits. Left taking beating. Second IV. Running out of veins.
[caption id="attachment_1245" align="aligncenter" width="225" caption="Right arm off limits due to lymph node removal from mastectomy in 2006."][/caption]
Small client project, introduction of ice chips and Mom disrupt monotony, save sanity. Back rub by Sis combats increasing soreness.
Day 8: Wednesday, Nov. 30
Week since occupation began. Goons holding out. Menacing jackwads!
At doctor’s request, second opinion doctor visits. Looks like Friar Tuck, bald with bedskirt of long graying hair. Repeat my history. Stethoscope to bowel, quiet. Thinks ileus vs. physical blockade. Could resolve on own. Surgery unlikely. Happy,...