Hank and I spent Sunday getting my brother Ned ready for a colonoscopy this morning (Monday). Ned is very brave and everything turned out alright, but he did NOT like having to drink the gallon of liquid required to flush out one's system. It took a lot of encouragement and flat out bribery to get it all down the hatch.
My mother, who with a little medicinal help to calm herself down elected to stay home this morning, had two really bad weeks leading up to Ned's tests today. Anxiety causes her dementia to spiral out of control and she called us six or seven times a day over the past ten days... sometimes happy about the tests, sometimes crying/scared, and sometimes furious with us "for doing this to her child because he doesn't really know us...we don't really know him...we don't really know anything about them."
Did you know that the word "screeched" is the longest one syllable word in the English language?
That's all I have to say about that!