Breakfast this morning was a double adult dose (two capfuls) of Miralax stirred into a glass of cold water. Um-um-good! After tending to a few chores, I drove to town and picked up a mid-morning snack - a 52-ounce iced tea from Casey's General Store. That was followed by a trip to the local grocery where I bought an assortment of popsicles and clear liquid drinks. Lunch was a mug of warm chicken broth.
Guess who's having a colonoscopy tomorrow?
Although it has only been a couple of hours - and I carry around enough body fat to support a season of hibernation - I am hungry, and the hunger is bringing out strange behaviors. I caught myself staring wistfully at the Marie Callendar frozen foods display in the grocery this morning, and when my son stopped by the house a little while ago, I busied myself trying to give him food. If I couldn't eat, surely I could satisfy someone else's hunger!
Now I'm involved in some television therapy as I listen to my stomach growl and contemplate supper. Will it be a little more chicken broth - or perhaps Jello? One thing is certain, dessert will be a popsicle.
But tomorrow night, supper will be some of Marie's finest fare!