Lo, she is a terrible Goddess had an endoscopy yesterday and they PROMISED that she'd have difficulty talking today.
By the by, I was reading a rather disturbing poster at the hospital about the history of the Endoscope. It all started in eighteen hundred and something, when some sadist tried to use a metal tube and a candle to look at someone's stomach.............. anyway I digress.
The TG is fine, she has the stomach of a woman half her age. (I must have the stomach of a lion to put up with you (my thanks to her maj. Q. Eliz. 1st Lo,G Ed) .
Ooooo, I think I should mention that the thing they shoved down her throat has a camera at the end, a tube to blow air down it to inflate the tummy and a pair of scissors to snip off a bit for biopsy purposes.
So back to the point [ incidentally I survived the ordeal OK, so please don't worry about me. I did feel a little queasy but I am made of reasonably stern stuff] when I woke up this morning the TG was not that inclined to talk and I thought, "hurrah" a day free from the dictates of my Deity.
I turned on Mac to check all the comments that come flooding in from around the world while I'm abed and up popped up my instructions for the day. Bummer, she thinks of everything.
So here I am with a tiny toothbrush, dusting the 52 light bulbs that are embedded in the ceilings of the new apartment and this afternoon I have to go to the beach in a howling gale to get some sea kale to make a soothing soup for.................. you know who!!!
