Fiber pills were a joke so I now have to go the invasive route and get some tests done to see what’s wrong. I’d equate the swelling to what it would feel like to be pregnant. I’m pretty sure I’m not actually pregnant, though maybe a dude climbed in through my window, did his thing, and here I am. I can sleep through earthquakes so you never know.
I was okay with the idea of a colonoscopy (if it’s going to find what’s causing my abdominal issues then huzzah), until I actually figured out where the camera will be inserted. Ummm… Bright side is that the G.I. said that I won’t need to do another one until I am 50. Fun way to start off spring break!
Don’t worry, I won’t be live-blogging/tweeting/scanning my diary pages about it. I’ll hopefully be knocked out, drugged up, whatever it takes to not remember what goes down.