June 28, 2005

Halflytely

It's an even stupider-sounding name than "Golytely."

And for those of you who know the difference, yep, someone's about to have to go in for a little camera work, and yep, it's back around by the cellar door.

And nope, it's not me.

Tomorrow there will be no Possumblog, for I have to deliver poor Miss Reba to the doctors so they can once more try to see what's causing her such terrible gastric troubles. They've already looked down the topside, and she's been on a couple of different medicines since then, and still is having the same old problems. Which are quite unpleasant. Almost as unpleasant as the proscribed diagnostic procedure for such cases. And made even more unpleasant by a boss who told her that she should be able to come right back into work tomorrow after it's over.

I shan't, however, stoop to comparing her boss to the sort of bodily orifice through which a colonoscope is employed. To do so would be unseemly and ungentlemanly.

In any event, I should be back here Thursday with all sorts of interesting ta-- er, stories.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at June 28, 2005 03:49 PM
Comments

No Possumblog!

What will I do with myself? I guess I could prepare myself for my son's sleepover.

Posted by: Sarah G. at June 28, 2005 04:11 PM

When Patricia was going through such dreadful discomfort after her bowel surgery, she often took aloe vera juice in fruit juice to soothe her system.

Not a cure, mind you. But it might help at times.

Posted by: Janis at June 28, 2005 04:13 PM

Well, there's that, and maybe eating a sandwich. Or maybe even watching paint dry!

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at June 28, 2005 04:14 PM

Obviously, I was referring to what Miss Sarah had posted.

FOR JANIS' comment, it's actually almost the same, except for the part about watching paint dry, in which case we substitute "watching grass grow."

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at June 28, 2005 04:16 PM

I will be praying for Miss Reba.
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I would understand completely if a small dose of Halflytely ended up in a certain boss's coffee.

Posted by: Kathy at June 28, 2005 04:50 PM

Thank you for the prayers, Kathy. As for the coffee, well, it certainly does SOUND tempting, but I suppose it's best to just not worry about it. Part of Reba's problem is stress--she has a distinct inability to let stupid work-related stuff fall by the wayside.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at June 28, 2005 04:58 PM