Today was a strange one, to say the least. We headed out for a meal to celebrate Kay’s—my brother’s wife—70th birthday, but it wasn’t a feast for me. With a colonoscopy looming tomorrow morning, I was on strict orders to avoid all food. Instead, my day was spiced up with three doses of Picolax, a laxative that ensured I was always close to a toilet. Fun, right?
We went to Southsea, where a Kite festival was in full swing. The sky was filled with kites of all shapes and sizes, some as large as a single-decker bus. The rest of the family enjoyed fish and chips, a classic seaside treat, while I watched them dig in. The smell alone was torture! Little Evie, bless her, asked me to cool down her sausage because it was too hot—she didn’t want fish. So, there I was, blowing on it like the most responsible adult while resisting the urge to sneak a bite. But, of course, I couldn’t. Evie’s sausage request gave me something to do while the others ate, even though my stomach grew in protest.
Overall, the day was a strange mix of celebration and self-control. Watching everyone enjoy their meal while I sipped on water and a couple of Bovrils was a test of willpower, but I was prepared for it. But at least the kites were a distraction, their bright colours and crazy shapes dancing in the wind.
Here’s hoping tomorrow’s procedure goes smoothly and I can get back to enjoying meals without any restrictions. Until then, I’ll be dreaming of fish and chips, with maybe a side of sausage.