A Procedure...

Bob is having a "procedure" tomorrow....I guess actually it would classify as a test, but to me, if someone is going to be playing "Journey to the Center of the Earth" with a scopy thingy, it is a PROCEDURE.

The cleansing ritual has begun. He has to drink this fizzy lemony stuff and tonight is the Valhalla of OSU football. So what to do? Of course the instructions on the bottle are of no help. "This product will work in 30 minutes to six hours." If it were me, there would be no problem...the fizzy stuff wouldn't be working until Thursday. (I realize that is probably WAYYYY TO MUCH INFORMATION). We did laugh about him being trapped in the Netherland of the bathroom with everyone glued to the TV and not having enough paper supply. Mind you...our little "Cheers" runs out of everything...beer, wine, olives, food...you name it, they probably don't have it. They have done Kroger runs for beer and wine. If he decides to go and watch the game, we'll probably take a TP stash with us. Better to be safe...

I know that I am making light of this but it is weird to me that we (me, my husband and lots of friends that I know and love) are of the age that we should have this stuff done. I guess in my heart and soul I still believe that we are all in our twenties and perpetually take it for granted healthy....no maintenance required. Now we're having procedures and trying to find the humour in them. I think it's because we're really scared that something might be found even if there isn't any reason to expect that something should be found.