Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury and remedying it. ∼ J. K.…
When you fail to prepare, you prepare to fail.
Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid. ∼ Homer
I weighed 196.8 this morning, down another .8#, down 1# yesterday, and spent two days at 199.6, my only stable weight day since the colonoscopy. I take a prednisone tablet night and morning until I get to the GI specialist in Ottumwa on Thursday. The pain in the lower GI tract has stabilized on the right side, about 2-3" up, on down to my anus. Some spotting, but no blood-filled stool like happened two days after the colonoscopy and instigated an emergency room visit.
Yesterday, I added a pudding cup of tapioca, but fed the last half to the outdoor cats, who were suspicious of it at first, but I sprinkled some blobs on top of the Special Kitty outdoor cat mix, then left the rest of the cup. This morning, they’d gotten all but the 1/4” outer ring of recessed material from it. Chicken breast boneless/skinless chunks with 1/3 Giorgio’s mushroom stems and pieces continues to be a good fit.
I’ve decided my next book title (glommed from my copious notes on med consumption, intake/output results, changing only one food at a time, keeping intricate, annotated records; My body is sending practically NO signals (like go urinate, push to expel…) will be THE COMPLETE POOP SCOOP. Sure to be a winner, right?