X-Ray

The Barium Enema and X-Ray went fine, though uncomfortable — particularly when they injected the air to blow up my colon like a balloon (no need to twist it into animal shapes, however!) and then ask me to writhe around on the table to allow gravity to get to work at coating my insides with Barium.

One of the male nurses who attended to me was a Christian; we had a good chat, which helped to make me feel more at ease.

The funniest moment was when the doctor was poised ready to insert the Barium tube into my lubed-up ‘back passage’ when I said, “Should I tell you now or afterwards that I’m one of the chaplains here?” He laughed and replied, “You don’t get any preferential treatment here; you all get treated the same!” It was worth a shot!

p.s. I had breakfast to break my fast (makes sense!): a bowl of Kellogg’s Special K with semi-skimmed milk.

Feed me!

I’m now 22 hours into my fast, in preparation for the barium x-ray this afternoon.

I celebrated the Eucharist at St Salvador’s this morning, which was an interesting experience. Truly one of service as I was unable to eat bread or drink wine. I had to write myself a notice on an A6 sheet of paper and leave it on the altar: “NIL BY MOUTH” to remind myself, just in case I went into auto-pilot.

It’s amazing how much our lives revolve around the daily rythmn and pattern of meals, and eating. I just caught myself thinking that I would have a quick bite to eat before I head out to the hospital. Hmmm… maybe not.

The question is: what do I eat first to break my fast around 3 or 4pm this afternoon? Breakfast or dinner?