You all know I had a colonoscopy a couple weeks ago. If you didn’t know, read this.
Everyone from the Pope to the girl at work said the worst part was the prep.
Don’t believe everything you hear. That advice right there is something we were given at a very young age, yet I went against it.
There are maybe two benefits to a colonoscopy:
1) Rapid weight loss within a 24 hour period. I don’t recommend it though because having your insides empty into a toilet bowl at the velocity of a 747 doing a nose dive is probably not so good for you; and 2) A colonoscopy can save your life.
There is something very awkward about meeting the man who will be shoving a 6′ hose where the sun really does not ever shine,\
for the first time on the actual day of said shoving.
Besides the fact that he said he had a hangover, I think it went well. He was joking by the way.
Not only will he be doing an unmentionable to you, he will be giving you a mind blowing and vomit inducing drug.
I’m pretty sure if this were a blind date, there would not be a second. This guy is everything your mother warned you about. Plus some.
The Pope and the girl at work were right about how you feel like you took a thirty second nap because before I knew it I was lying on a gurney in the recovery room with about a dozen other victims. I mean, people. Also recovering from whatever their procedure of the day was.
They sat me almost immediately in a chair, of which I did not feel ready for. Because I didn’t feel well. I didn’t feel well at all. The room was spinning and before I knew it I was yelling, “I’M GONNA THROW UP!!!”
It sure is amazing how quickly the nursing staff moves when they hear that because within 1.2 seconds I had one of those kidney shaped plastic bowl things shoved under my chin. With a nurse on one side of me and my husband on the other, I vomited who knows what exactly because there literally was nothing in my stomach.
But before that moment I have to tell you, I had a rather large bit of flatulence escape from my underside.
Did I saw large? Yes I did, and I meant it. I looked at DH in surprise and disgust. “Did that just come out of ME??? Please tell me it was the guy next door.”
So, not only did I pass gas in front of a dozen strangers but I vomited as well.
This day is not going as planned. All I had to do was burp and I would have covered all of the unpleasant bodily functions in record time. In front of strangers. Just so you know, this was NOT on my bucket list.
So, with my head spinning and my breath smelling of vomit, my doctor came in to tell me what he claims he already told me which is weird because I don’t remember at all.
Here’s a question for you — why, if you know there is a pretty high chance that your patient is going to be, well, high, would you try to talk to them so soon?
Anyway, I had a little inflammation in my esophagus, as well as the removal of a Z-Formation. I don’t really know what that is, but he didn’t seem concerned.
During my colonoscopy, he found three polyps. They were benign but polyps can turn into cancer if left to their own devices.
Would I do it again? Of course I would. And I will. In three years. Because they found those polyps, and I not only care about my colon health, but my life.
So, the moral of the story? Go get a colonoscopy. It’s really important, and at the end of the day it wasn’t so bad. Just pretend you didn’t hear that part about the vomit.