I woke up to strange voices, kind of sounding like some sort of space mission. Eric mumbled something about the TV, rolled over, and went back to sleep. I laughed. It was, after all, kind of funny.
Then I realized that my ostomy has been FREAKING OUT since I went to bed. Although it is nice to be sleeping and pooping at the same time, there was also a major filter fail on my pouch. It happens. I opted to get up and change it out. My guts are expressing their anger at the barium (banana flavor!) that I had to drink last night. Sorry guts, I have another bottle in about an hour and a half, then more at the clinic. Perhaps I should have agreed to the chest only CT scan that my onc suggested and avoided the barium altogether? I have a need to see my clean liver, so he's humoring me, I think. Maybe next time I'll consider it.
The middle of the night ostomy adventures woke my brain up, and I started thinking so many things that now here I am. I would have to get up in about an hour anyway (my CT is at 6:30am!!) and I get a benedryl nap today, so I think it will be okay. We shall see.
Play a 4am version of guess that song?
She says baby
It's 3 am I must be lonely
When she says baby
Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
Says the rain's gonna wash away I believe it