Day +181 The GoLytely Experience

Sorry for the lack of an update on Sunday with the GoLYTELY but it was really hard to get more than 10 feet away from the bathroom to get anything else done. Needless to say, I hope I never have to go through that again. As far as the scope went this afternoon, I wish I could report anything special from the procedure, but because I'm taking sleeping pills in order to get sleep, they jacked up my sedatives in order to make sure I'd be under. It's taking a while to wear off so I'm sorry if I botch the spelling or general coherence of this entry. I did get pictures that my father-in-law is scanning for me as we speak. They managed to find some colitis (inflammation of to large intestine) and I won't know the results for two weeks.

I have a need right now to get lots of stuff off my chest, but I just don't know where to start. I'm not even sure if there is anything specific wrong with me mentally, but it feels like my brain is really trying to struggle with an important issue. It's most likely a residual effect from the drugs I got this afternoon so instead of trying to bitch about something I'm unsure of, I'm just going to leave it for a day or so.

Tomorrow I've got bloodwork at the Tom Baker at 9:00am and then a visit to my family doctor to get a requisition for a semen analysis. I want to see if I've got the swimmers left. I know I wrote a journal entry a while ago where I regretted the possibility of not being able to have more kids, but I have come to the realization that I have two of the most beautiful kids in the world, and I like our current family where it is. Besides, with our track record, if we wanted another baby, we've got to be prepared for at least two more. Two sets of twins is a bit more than we're financially able to handle, so if I am producing sperm still, I've got a vasectomy in my very near future. God, I'm getting tired of people cutting into me.

Right now, I've got a sleeping pill in me and it is having no effect. I guess after a double dose of Valium and Morphine, a simple sleeping pill is the equivalent of taking medication from a Pez dispenser. Let's hope that I'm not up for too long tonight.