Thursday I was Miz Grumpy so it’s just as well I didn’t blog then. I was going through the major inconvenience known as “colonoscopy prep.” The no-solid-food-all-day followed by the overnight at-home inner cleansing (the most polite phrase I can think of) before my 8:30 a.m. Friday colonoscopy. Now I really understand the metaphor of something “going through [someone] like a dose of salts.” Oh, yeah. I wish they would (could?) make the liquid concoction that you have to drink so copiously, to taste less vile.
Friday morning I was a little less grumpy, if only because I was nutrient-starved and sleep-deprived.
My friend who drove me to and from the appointment was cheerful and the event itself was not unpleasant. Kudos to my HMO’s Gastroenterology docs and staff. They are pleasant, competent and amazingly efficient. I really liked the drugs they gave me, which blotted out all memory of the main event.
I remember my bed being wheeled from the procedure room to the recovery room, then waking up in there. Where the doc dropped in to hand me a sheet with the results and six color photos of various parts of my plumbing including the one polyp he found – and removed. We’re waiting for biopsy results on the polyp, but overall the plumbing looks good.
Although I wouldn’t have said so beforehand, I encourage everyone to have a colonoscopy if your doctor thinks you should. Most people who’ve done it that I talked with, say the prep is by far the worst part – and as some of them point out, you also get a good inner clean-out.
I surprised myself by suggesting, as we were driving away from the clinic, that we stop at Zaidy’s for breakfast. I further surprised myself by enjoying a moderate amount of scrambled eggs and a whole bagel and a cup of coffee. After I was dropped off at home, I slept most of the rest of the day. With breaks to wake up and walk Jasper, of course.