Why It’s Horrible Being So Far From My Mommy
I have to go in for an Upper Endo when I come back from vacation. I’m scheduled for that Friday afternoon as soon as I come back. Just thinking about it makes me want to gag. 
Anyway, apparently, I can’t just go and have the procedure and go home. They apparently drug you up good and they require you to not drive afterward and insist that you leave with a responsible person. They wouldn’t let me take a taxi home either.
I had to go wandering around trying to find a co-worker who could drive me home after the procedure.
It’s not like when I was working with Red and she and I were like family, you know? I just don’t have that kind of relationship with anyone here. In fact, I don’t have that kind of relationship with anyone up here really. I suppose I could have called Sunny. I think she might have done it, but then I hate bothering people too, particularly in the middle of the day.
This is really kind of a Mommy thing. My mommy is supposed to be here for this kind of stuffy, you know?
My mommy took care of me after my colonoscopy, or so I vaguely remember. She basically took me there and then sat with me after until they said I could go home and took me home and put me to bed. I’d ask her to fly out but it’s really not serious enough for that kind of expense. I mean maybe if they were removing a body part rather than just sticking a cable down my throat.
Well, at least this time I know my house will be clean when I get home…though maybe I should hire the little pug-stalker girl to come walk Pugly while I’m knocked out on the drugs afterwards.
Tags: upper endoscopy, mommy
