It was not a good day at Augustana. The alternate title for this post should be 'Bad Day at Black Rock". Mom is having a colonoscopy tomorrow, at 1pm, so she is on a liquid diet today. The solution, named 'golightly' ( perhaps invented by a crazed Truman Capote fan) tastes terrible, and Mom became tired of drinking it. Not that I blame her--I've drunk it, and it's nasty stuff.
But, Mom was not taking this stuff without a fight, and I bore the brunt of it. When you are a 'great lady' like Mom, you are as sweet as pie when the RN gives you directions. Only your daughter can tell that you have no intention whatsoever of following those directions. The 'Jack Benny' look on your face demonstrates that you shall not be moved. After all ' the word 'must' is not to be used to princes.".
I know it's horrible stuff, but three hours of her bad attitude drove me a little nutty. I wanted to come home, order a pizza, and wash it down with a bottle of good Bordeaux Blanc, with a pint of Hagen Daaz for dessert. Since I am an insulin dependent diabetic, with chronic Hepatitis C, all those items are off the menu. So, I ate a small package of Vanilla wafers.
Poor Ginny--she'll come home in an hour or two, just as frazzled. I shall make some healthy take out, from Circles Cafe.
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