Freshly anally probed, and back home. Caffeinated and napped.
Had a caprese sandwich with chicken when I got home. Interestingly, I’m not as hungry now as I thought I’d be. I’m still pretty wiped out - waking up a couple of times in the night for self-disembowelment, coupled with the good drugs this morning, will do that to a guy.
On a side note, I am amazed at how much oxygen got all up in there while I was having my polyps checked out. (Polyp. What a cute word. Pol. Lip.) My tummy has been making some very interesting noises all afternoon as it pits Sandwich against Air From The Other End.
So now, I’m just chilling in the living room as the girls play with their toys. Rachel went downstairs to get a half hour away from them - having had to deal with them while I was probed and while I slept off the drugs.
Life. Back to normal.
And now I go to rebuild a steelpan, a welcome addition to this Boston-area house.
