Last night sucked - see yesterday's entry. I got up about 7:30 with nothing to do except sit in the chair being hungry. At 8 I started drinking the rest of the laxative. It took about an hour to hit. So I spent a lot of time shitting all the way up until noon. At noon I took a shower and then we left for the clinic. I weighed myself and it was 210.5. That's the least I've weighed in decades. Of course it won't last. I was dehydrated and didn't have an ounce of shit in me.
We got to the clinic a little early and had to wait. It wasn't a long time before they called us. They had me take off my clothes and then took my history, blood pressure, and hooked me up to pulse-ox, ECG, and IV. After that they wheeled me into the room.
I went to sleep as soon as they pumped in the drugs. I remember dreaming, but I can't remember what. The next thing I remember is being back in the prep room with the nurse bothering me to get up.
We stopped by the vet on the way back to get more fluids for the cats. Then we went to the Longhorn, because that's where I wanted to eat. I had steak, bacon wrapped shrimp, and apple pie for dessert. Then we stopped by the post office on the way home.
We got home about 6:30. There was a package from DVOR at the gate. We fed the pets. The package contained a threaded barrel for the P320, so I got the P320 out of the safe and installed it. It fit perfectly.
The rest of the evening was surfing and football.
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