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Tomorrow someone is going to shove something very long down my throat; two weeks from now my ladyparts are going to be looked at and a week after that my boobs will be getting some attention via what I call my yearly goddamn-o-gram.
Am I moonlighting as a pornstar? No, no I am not. I'm just a dumbass because for some reason I managed to get all three scheduled for the same MONTH. I must be out of my tiny mind.
So I'll have no solid food after midnight tonight until sometime tomorrow evening (hence the pizza today), and no doubt I'll be ravenous after the procedure.
This is why I'm nervous though. As some of you know, I'm a recovering alcoholic with what will be in July 3 years of sobriety under my belt. Unfortunately I also have cirrhosis, and with that came its little friends portal hypertension, gastropathy and those darling esophageal varices.
That's why I have twice-yearly ultrasounds and at least one EGD (tube with camera down my throat, making sure those varices are behaving).
I just totally forgot where I was going with this.
OH! Right. So, despite sobriety and despite me completely changing how I eat and how I move, the varices have not shrunk as we hoped they would. In fact, they've gotten a bit worse. My gastro guy was threatening me with "banding" the last time we had a throat party, but neither of us really thought he meant it. The meds still aren't doing what we really want them to do so that leaves us with two options:
1. Watch and wait.
2. Band them off tomorrow.
Although it's an incredibly safe procedure for some reason I'm a wreck tonight. It sucks great big stinky donkey balls.
I suppose we'll find out tomorrow.
Bleargh.
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