No more waiting...

No, the Resident whom I spent about 40 minutes with yesterday morning made it clear that the colonoscopy had to happen. It was fact after fact---I had no excuses or could not walk away from it. The doctors have to see what is there. So I left the Ryan Health Center far more grounded then when I came in. Now it is just a question of waiting it out, day by day.
  Still uncertain about how one feels on the day of the prep. After taking the first golightly group, will I be tired, or able to move around? As I come closer to it, I try to imagine just what will happen to my stomach, and by definition, the rest of me, as the prep day progresses. Luckily I will have support from my friend Sarah, who will be around the apartment most of Monday, and will take me and bring me back from the procedure on Tuesday. Make no mistake, it will happen.
  Had several tasks to take care of this morning---have done them all- so lots of free time. It is expected to be incredibly hot today, that means I will probably spend most of the time in the apartment. Did not read any of Suite Francaise yesterday--will probably get back to it today. I assume it will still fascinate me.
  For the past hour, I have been visiting the website called Playbillvault. There I can see programs from most Broadway productions, and also cast lists, usually with replacements. That is what fascinates me still, how one cast member replaces another, and the overall effect this replacement has on the production (assuming it does). I languish in musicals of the fifties because I saw so many of them. Looked at the original program of Brigadoon (my first Broadway show), then at the programs for the several revivals of the piece, all of which I saw. I was four years old and 4 months when I first saw it---of course I remember very little about that---some images of the dancers but not much else. But I was spellbound, and I must have behaved because four months later my father took me to see The Mikado---the D'Oyly Carte company was over from England at the time.
  There was a revival of Brigadoon at City Center a few years later. My father took me to that one. At that point, narrative was much clearer to me--as the play progressed I remember thinking "oh, so that is what that scene is about" as I tried to match it to some vague memory of the earlier production.
  Not much else to talk about---but will report soon.