Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Get me to the hospital on time!

I was prepared to check in at Hotel Hope tomorrow morning for my colonoscopy, but I just received a call from the nurse practioner. Turns out there's been (another) major mixup. They want to admit me this evening so that I can begin hydration for treatment.

One problem: I've already started my "cleansing cocktail" regimen.

Stay tuned for the answers to these questions:
- Will George receive his first speeding ticket as he races from downtown LA to Altadena?
- Will I make it to the City of Hope without an embarrassing incident?
- Will I refrain from going bonkers once I get there?

Paula, I pass the baton to you.


Karen C said...

Couldn't have you going to the hospital with the 3rd Karen chiming in. We will be sending you lots of love as you begin your treatment.
You are a strong, courageous woman!

frankie said...

It was great to see you on Sunday surrounded by all your friends and family members.
Now that I know you have a blog, I've read most of the entries.
I didn't need to be reminded that you are a generous, brave, funny and smart woman because I already knew.
My thoughts are with you at all times.

Janet Aird said...

What is WITH that place??? I feel so bad for you. Please let us know how you're doing (thanks, Paula) asap.

Piper Robert said...

Hey, Ninnie Choo Choo. This episode reminds me of a sporting event. In the sports of gymnastics and diving, a "degree of difficulty" is calculated into each routine. The higher the "degree", the greater the reward upon completion. COH has continually raised the degree of difficulty. You have handled each incident with your usual winning form. Continue to show your championship side with strength and grace. Here's a big hug for you, everything will be fine.

BTW, let big brother handle all the rough stuff....If I get my hands on the hospital administrator who is responsible for.......whooops.......like I said, be gracious. Whatever you need, you know I'm there. Love ya!!!

Susan Carrier said...

And, YES, I did make it to the hosptial on time, but spent the rest of the night chugging a gallon of vile stuff and then getting up at least ten times with my IV dancing partner by my side at least ten times to cleanse the colon.