Sunday, November 19, 2017


After three days on a low fiber diet, nearly two days of liquids only, and sixty-four ounces of Gatorade laced with a potent laxative I was two hours away from a colonoscopy and terrified (yes, I know, a bit dramatic).  In truth, I shouldn’t have been at all nervous.  I’d done this twice before and, with the exception of the awful prep, both times had a comfortable experience.  The nurses were great, the surgeon a pro, and the conscious sedation meds oh so wonderful.  But still I was a jittery mess.   So I was sitting in my living room chair counting the minutes and trying unsuccessfully to let my beautiful view of the peaceful blue bay and snow-capped Cascades calm my nerves when Abner, my sweet orange kitty, showed up.  At first he stayed at my feet surveying the situation wide-eyed and curious.   Then he moved to my lap and sat.  Soon after, he climbed up to my chest, pushed his body tight against me, and began to purr.  Being a staunch believer in animal instincts, I took this as a sign.  According to Abner, I’d be fine.  And his tight hug was the purr-fect calming remedy.  Arriving home (having survived) I plopped my sedated bod back in the chair.  Abner was across the room on the couch asleep on his blanket.  He opened his eyes, yawned, stretched, and offered me the sweetest Told Ya So look before curling back into his nap.   

I recommend one dose of cute cat before and after a colonoscopy. 


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