Endoscopiosis :)

Proving it, bit by bit……

I had the endoscopy today.  All I remember is them spraying something in the back of my throat to take away my gag reflex, shooting some medicine into my IV, and asking me to tell them when it started working.  Next thing I know, I wake up in the same room they’d had me in to start with, after the procedure was over.

My Mikey has made us each our very own cool ties.  The first of what is supposed to be many more made.  We’ll see.

I’m not the happiest person alive right now.  It seems that no matter what happens, I just talk to the air when I say anything.  What I’ve decided is that I’m not going to ask anyone for favors anymore.  If I want a drink, I don’t care if I’m about to pass out from my stupid blood sugar, I’ll get up, get a snack, and pour myself a drink.  If I want the mail checked, I’ll do it myself.  If I want someone called, I will call them myself.  I will rely on only myself, as it is the surest way to get things done.

I had hoped to avoid this attitude, since I’m a married man now, but I need to take care of myself.  This is not saying that Mikey will have to take care of himself, but obviously the rules do not apply in reverse, so….

I’m depressed.  Nobody cares.  Big fucking deal.

Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,

Jack