We will spend today getting to know Kevin's new "medical team." Ten days ago he had one doctor who we called less than one time a year. Now there's a whole team playing on his behalf.
At some point that may become a comforting feeling--a whole medical team working to get and keep him well. At this point it's still mind numbing.
A serious medical diagnosis--and the resulting prep for tests and appointments--has a way of adding insult to injury. In Kevin's case, we have suddenly become well acquainted with areas of the drugstore we had never previously traveled. Like a teenager sneaking in to buy condoms, we make a quick reconnaisance pass then do a swoop and grab from the selection of concoctions designed to cleanse one's insides to hospital standards.
Always the full-on optimist, Kevin was all for buying one bottle. Ever the AssBackward Optimist, my plan was that we buy a case, collect the bulk savings and never have to darken that aisle of the drugstore again.
For the record, we can now offer a rather comprehensive discourse on the advantages of one package design over another should you find yourself in the digestive cleansing marketplace. There is some truth in the old "you get what you pay for" adage. Don't go cheap; your insides will thank you for spending the extra coin.
Kevin and I have now talked the inner and outer workings of the human butt to the point of eliminating any lingering modesty that might have been hanging around after 16 years of marriage. I'm going to miss our innocence.
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