How Could Father's Day tops Mother' Day

Anyone who reads this trash correction blog, may recall the Mother's Day incident this year where I spent the morning at Doctors and then hospital having three pieces of metal removed out of my eyes. If you want to revisit the debacle it can be found here.

So today is Father's Day and the plans were well laid. I had previously been booked for a couple of procedures on the day after Father's Day ... commonly known as an endoscopy and colonoscopy ... or in medical slang ... an 'up' and a 'down'. I have known about this for a few weeks and had the preparation I mean 'cleansing' instructions since that time. So Father's Day was planned with military precision.

The morning would see a journey to Tarnya's parent's house for breakfast ... mmm .. I smell hash browns, bacon, eggs etc and then we would return home by lunchtime where I would start my 'preparation' and fasting. For those not familiar with this process I will drop a few hints. You get three sachets of this powder stuff and at 1 pm the day before procedure you mix the first sachet with a glass of water and kapow ... you have this beautiful white drink. Slowly you sip it over the next fifteen minutes ... slowly that is because every mouthful tastes like the foulest liquid in the history of mankind and if you drank it any quicker I am sure it would come back up rather than "do its wonders". (OK .. i exaggerate a little but give me some room please). Next ... you sit back and relax and drink at least a litre of water before 5 pm where you repeat procedure and again at 9 pm.

But last night in a last minute check of the instructions, in something like a cruel joke (or Kama some might say for my Mother's Day incident), the instructions clearly said that "NO food was to be taken by mouth for BREAKFAST, lunch or dinner the night before the procedure".

I rechecked it and rechecked it and then got Tarnya to check it but the print on that page did not change. Somehow I must have taken that fasting commenced along with the 'cleansing process'.

So this morning the boys brought down their present and cards and I relaxed moped in bed whilst everyone got ready to go to breakfast. I decided not to go as why go through chinese water torture of smelling the food, looking at the food, watching the food .. do I need to go further.

The fun has now begun. One sachet down the hatch and one hour to go to the next one. Being amused by little things I decided to play a game of "how long can we hold on" ... let's just say lucky the computer is only metres from a central depository (toilet). I did say small things amuse small minds but hey, you have to try to come up with some humour on such a crappy day!