Do anything you want to me: poke me, prod me, set my hair on fire... but please do not make me drink something gross!
The barium drink was just more than I could take. I know that sounds very melodramatic, but it kicked my butt all the way down the hall. I have never known myself to be such a baby about something, but this stuff was putrid. I just hope that I got enough inside of me to make the CT scan worth it because I'm not drinking that crap again.
The scan itself went fine, I think. Took about an hour. I'm not sure when I'll know anything.
Today is my 9th wedding anniversary. I think I'd rather go out to pizza with my kids and my husband than go to some romantic restaurant alone with my husband. What does that say about my sense of romance?