Sitting here drinking the first dose of a Barium Sulfate Suspension in preparation for my CAT scan today. It really does not taste too bad. The worst part is the mental thing convincing yourself that it won't taste bad. You have to drink it cold or else you do start tasting the aftertaste. I have to drink another one at 8AM (the appt. is at 8:30AM). The good news is that is doesn't "clean you out." If they ask me how it tastes, I'll tell them it really helped adding a shot of rum to it.
If you are wondering when I will know the results from the CAT scan, that will be on Thursday prior to my chemo treatment when I meet with my oncologist.
Father McGee walked into the church and spotted a man sitting cross-legged on the altar.
'My son,' said the holy man, 'what are you doing? Who are you?'
'I'm God,' said the stranger.
'Pardon?'
'I'm God,' he repeated. 'This is my house!'
Father McGee ran into the presbytery and, in total panic, rang the archbishop.
'Your reverence,' said he, 'I hate to trouble you, but there's a man sat on me altar who claims he's God. What'll I do?'
Take no chances,' said the archbishop. 'Get back in the church and look busy!'
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