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So last week I was preparing to leave for a very important work-related project.  I had to figure out all of the child-care for 4 days and 4 nights.  I also had to scramble about gathering necessary information and supplies for work.   I also had to deal with my older son being diagnosed with strep throat in the midst of this.  I also had to deal with Mr. Gaga getting prepared for his “procedure,” which would take place the morning after I was set to leave.

I figured out the childcare with help from my in-laws - who came from NY and babysat and took the kids for a few days.  This was a HUGE relief and help, and I really should give them a shout-out.  I haven’t mentioned them much but apparently just enough to leave a distinct impression. When I told a friend my childcare plan – she said – “Well that will be good – just pack them each one pair of khakis and they can just wear them for 4 days.”

Anyways – so that was one problem solved.  Then there was poor Mr. Gaga.  Because of the fact that he  failed his first colonoscopy that (my Dad brought him to over the summer because I was “busy”)  – he was due for another procedure.  I kept reminding him to schedule it – and he never did – so I just finally made the appointment for him.

Once I booked the appointment – they told me that he would have to do twice the amount of “prep” than usual.  I had to iron out some stuff with the pharmacy and make sure he  had all of his crazy drinks for his 3 days of fasting.

This poor man had to fast for over 48 hours!!! Also – instead of drinking one jug of “Colon-blow” – he had to drink two jugs of “Colon-blow”!!!  It was borderline – “cruel and unusual punishment.”  I was wondering if you could possibly get killed doing this inhumane preparation, but I had never heard anyone’s cause of death being “colonscopy prep,” – so he followed the instructions.

I had made his appointment a couple of months ago – and of course it fell right smack in the middle of this crazy week – when I would be away for work, which was problematic.

We figured out a way that my brother would bring him to his appointment and my father would pick him up while his father would be at our house getting children fed and to school at the crack of dawn. (When this was all happening I would be getting my hair blown out at Drybar - before I started my work day – which by the way was quite lovely.)

So those arrangements were made – Mr. Gaga started his fasting and by the end of day one was quite delerious.  In the meantime – I was getting more and more stressed and nervous about work and guilty for leaving the kids, and I found out that I had to attend a wake on Tuesday around the time I had planned on leaving.

I kept trying to go over details with Mr. Gaga - but he just would stare at me blankly and not respond......

So finally I made my way Tuesday afternoon – Mr. Gaga was home on the toilet talking in tongues and the kids were going to eat dinner and go to bed.  I stopped at the wake - and then I was on my way to New York.

When I arrived – I checked in with Mr. Gaga – said goodnight to the kids and tried to relex and not stress about my big day ahead.

At 9:30 PM – my phone rang.  It was Mr. Gaga.

“Lady?”

“Yes, what’s wrong?”

“I just opened my paperwork for tomorrow morning’s procedure to look at the address…” he said in a monotone voice of a starving man.

“Yeah…”

“Why does it say here that my colonoscopy is scheduled for March 9th?”

Cold sweat broke and vomit started to crawl up my throat.

I quickly grabbed my planner to make sure I wrote down February 22nd…

“Um, I don’t know…..I mean I know that your appointment is tomorrow….”

Silence.

“Do you know what’s going to happen if I get there and they turn me away?” Mr. Gaga asked as his voice started to rise.

“You are going to divorce me?” I thought in my head….

“Um – just go there and tell them they made a mistake and it will be fine.”

We hung up – and I tossed and turned all night with nightmares about Mr. Gaga being turned away and him murdering me.

Thank God – they took pity on him and they squeezed him in – and the rest of the time I was away was smooth sailing.

And when I say “thank God” I really mean it ….Do you know what could have happened?

I was a little afraid that that small little detail that I had messed up……might ….just might…..be the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

What if Mr. Gaga was mad at me about that little mix-up and he said -

“Get home – where you belong and stop fucking with our lives?”

Remember that time when I escaped and was working on Park Avenue and someone was blowdrying my hair for me every morning.......Sigh.....I really screwed that up ...now I'm back in this god-dammned kitchen again.....

That’s what I call a very close call…….
PLEASE CLICK THE BANNER BELOW TO VOTE FOR ME AS FUNNIEST MOM BLOGGER….I AM CLEARLY NOT WINNING ANY COLONOSCOPY APPOINTMENT AWARDS…….
THANKS! XO, LADY GOO GOO GAGA

11 responses »

  1. I picture burritos when my wife talks to me….

    not really

    hilarious

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    • Burritos!!!! You are so right…..I’m sure when Mr. Gaga reads this he will first yell at me for continuously blogging about his colon, and second tell me he sees food from Taco Bell when I speak…..

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  2. You know you are a mess…. and why do you get your hair blown dry? I’m so jealous…

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  3. This is too funny!! They actually call it colon blow??

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  4. After reading this to my husband I asked him what he would do if I made him go through all of that and it turned out to be the wrong day … he just gave me THAT look …and said ‘you know I would kill you’ … enough said

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  5. OMG! I can tell you that if I were in your husband’s shoes I would have been so mad! And then I would have had to apologize after they squeezed me in the next day. But then, I tend to let out the anger before all is send and done! Glad to know you are still alive and that everyone survived!
    stopping by from mama Kat

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  6. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! How did I miss this post?
    Colon blow?? This must mean you are an SNL fan- another reason we could be besties. Holy Shit- no pun intended, that would have made me pee my pants if I messed up the day of my husbands colonoscopy. So glad they ‘squeezed’ him in- pun intended. I mean, what’s the fun of a clean ass when no one can look at it?
    You HAVE to tell me what we have in common that I don’t know since we are ‘anonymous’. You can just leave it randomly in my comments and no one will know. Right?

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