In a display of marital solidarity, the likes of which have not been seen for quite some time, Mr. Understanding and I trucked off to Sao Paulo this week for yet another activity involving needles: his and her colonoscopies. We left the house, with a driver, at 4:00 a.m. After the usual incompetency on behalf of the hospital staff involving the lack of certain papers necessary for proceeding with the internal photography, we were shown to separate quarters. This was a good thing because we were beginning to get on each other’s nerves. We were then each given a viscous pink liquid and two lemony drinks to swallow. I read most of a book while waiting for the medicine to take effect and between trips to the bathroom. The Einstein Hospital is a regular colonoscopy mill – they do 40 per day. Later we were each wheeled into a mini OR. A young anesthesiologist chatted with me, as I laid on my side, waiting for the doctor to come in. Young anesthesiologists make me nervous. I like old ones – greater experience – but whatever. He injected my IV with a miracle juice and I was out in 10 seconds. When I woke up, the whole thing was over. Bada bing, bada boom. It was a long, long day.
I am now going on hiatus as we will be returning to Rio and then the kids and I will be traveling to Buzios for a 5 day frolic on the beach. Happy Easter to all!