Well, I need reviving and that’s no lie. We have just returned from a crack-of-dawn consultation preparatory to a colonoscopy… to find out what deviltry is brewing in my guts. The procedure hasn’t been scheduled yet. I am strongly averse to medical procedures. Always have been–I don’t even like to read about ’em.
Anyway, it’s over for today at least. Guess I’ll get to work.
Colonoscopies are no big deal if you can tolerate the liquid you are given to clean you out. Just count backwards from 10 to 1 and you wake up and discover it is all over.
The prep is the hardest part. My strategy is to go on a liquid diet one day before the prep and live in yellow (never red) Gatorade. Believe me, it makes life easier. Basically the prep is an induced case of the trots, but survivable.
I look on that part as just a nasty hardship. What I’m afraid of is whatever might be brewing up down there.
If there is a problem, the earlier you find out, the sooner they can treat any problems. They’ve made great strides in such matters.
Out of five people I know who had colonoscopies, two got punctured. Very serious problem.
The doctor that did mine has done over 30,000 procedures and only had that happen three times.
That’s three times more than I like to contemplate.
It’s going to be fine. Lots of things can happen, but far fewer things actually do happen. You’ll be hungry after it’s over, so look forward to having a good meal when it’s over. If you fly out to Tucson, I’ll pick you up at the airport and buy you a Patty Melt at Whataburger. 🙂
I hate the very idea of fasting. It’s unnatural.
Why does something called “fasting” happen so slowly? Fasting is actually good for you. There’s a school of thought which dictates that you eat during four hours of the day and fast for the other twenty.
For “you” read “someone who is not me.”
It’s what the colonoscopy might find that has me worried.
Lee, I’m beefing up my prayers for you.
Sorry I haven’t been around much this week, but I’m still recovering from a 3-day weekend of trying to keep up with my 45-year-old young cousin and her Significant Other who were here from Texas on their annual visit.
I hope you enjoyed their company–it’s nice to have family visits. I wish my brother-in-law was still with us.
This young cousin — actually the daughter of a deceased and much-beloved first cousin — is one of the only two living relatives that I have left, both of them halfway across the country from me. The other is a first cousin, my “baby cousin” (78 years old), who lives in Florida, and with whom I’m in touch only about twice a year. So that’s it, my whole remaining family. All the rest are gone, except for my “baby cousin’s” children and grandchildren, who still live in New York and whom I’ve never known because I was in the Air Force or teaching in a different state while they were growing up.
I am now the eldest living member of my family. Who ever thinks he’ll be that?
I sure didn’t expect this to happen to me. At 91, I only have 2 or 3 of the younger members of family left. Seems odd. Now, I’m so sick I can hardly wiggle. Never had one of the procedures you contemplate, but both husbands did and I could see it was not pleasant, but they survived it.
I wish I could just go quietly crazy until this stuff was over.