They’ve scheduled my colonoscopy for the end of the month. I wouldn’t mention it at all, I hate to type the word–but I thought I’d better tell you about it, in case I disappear into some kind of medical limbo.
I don’t like to read about it, or talk about it, or even think about it. I’m supposed to “prepare” (heh-heh!) by not eating, not drinking, and not sleeping… and don’t stray too far from the toilet. I really had no idea it would be this awful.
Let me have a cigar… and maybe my head will stop spinning. I’m just not used to medical stuff–always knocks me for a loop.
It’s important, you’ve got this
Thanks, Lisa. Medical procedures scare me–can’t help it.
I snore during the procedure, but so appreciate the rest. Praying for you
I’m only thankful that they’ll knock me out for this.
The waiting is the worst. I prayed very hard for you in church this morning.
Thanks, Phoebe–I’ll need those prayers.
When I face unpleasant, but inevitable things, such as this, I project my thoughts to after the event, and how I will feel once it’s over. Anything CAN happen, but it’s unlikely that anything truly bad WILL happen.
The prep isn’t fun, but having been through it several times, it’s not something I dread. I make it easy on myself by going to a Gatorade diet about 36 hours before. Ultimately, it’s like having diarrhea for the better part of one day, but it’s nothing you can’t deal with. Just keep the end in mind. Once it’s over, it’s over.
“Keeping the end in mind” may be the wrong phrase to use in these circumstances. (Sorry, but I just couldn’t resist responding to the unintentional [I hope!] pun.) 😂😂😂
It occurred to me, too.
“Keeping the end in mind…” Well, that’s the problem, isn’t it–the end. The rear end.
Praying 🙏🏻 for you.
Thanks for that–I need it.
I know it is not the most pleasant thing, but you will make it, and with prayers.
We all need each other’s prayers. That’s one of the reasons for having this blog.
There is nothing to worry about (how many times have you heard that). I have had that procedure done twice. It’s a bit uncomfortable (not painful), and somewhat embarrassing, having folks poking around your rear-end. In my case, it was a female nurse and doctor that did the procedure. I mooned both of them.
The last time I had one, I talked to the anesthesiologist and saw when the Propofol started, a few seconds later I was out and remember waking up in the recovery room. Propofol, properly administered, is a wonderful anesthetic, which is fast acting, and which also wears off very fast. I was a little groggy for an hour or two, and obviously in no condition to drive, but speaking as a person whose been anesthetized at least 10 times, this is the most gentle experience imaginable.