And I feel like a whiny wimp.
The procedure itself was NOT bad at all.
But dinner the night before?
Bad. Very very VERY bad.
I think I now know every little scratch on my bathroom wall.
Every ding in my bathtub.
And I TRULY appreciate the value of
quilted toilet paper.
They found a few things,
but won't have all the results till next week.
No pun intended.