I'm Alive!
Aug. 16th, 2009 10:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eccentriciFor those of you who don't follow me on Twitter, I survived my colonoscopy with a clean bill of health. I have to go back to the doctor in a year and hopefully, won't have to repeat the procedure until 2014!
Everyone was right about the worst part being the drinking of the "cleansing" meds. Here's how it went:
6pm, 1st 8 ounce glass: That's really not all that bad. I don't know what the fuss if about. It's like a salty orange drink.
6:15 pm, 2nd 8 ounce glass: A really salty, orange drink.
6:30pm, 3rd 8 ounce glass: Damn, that's salty. And the citrus flavor is not doing anything to help the situation. Hey, what's that noise? Is that my stomach?
6:50pm, 4th 8 ounce glass: MOTHERFUCKER! I can barely choke this down.
I went to mix up my 2am dosage and was interrupted by something that I will not describe. Let's just say, the meds kicked it.
2am, 5th 8 ounce glass: This is horrible but I can do this. I must do this.
2:20am, 6th 8 ounce glass: I'm not going to make it.
2:40am, 7th 8 ounce glass: Just one more after this one. Just one more after this one. Just one more after this one.
3:00 am, 8th (and final) 8 ounce glass: Just drink. Don't think about it. Drink it. (Chugs it) VICTORY IS MINE!
As for the procedure, I totally slept through everything. I wasn't even awake to talk to my doctor but luckily, my Mom was there to hear the good news.
Everyone was right about the worst part being the drinking of the "cleansing" meds. Here's how it went:
6pm, 1st 8 ounce glass: That's really not all that bad. I don't know what the fuss if about. It's like a salty orange drink.
6:15 pm, 2nd 8 ounce glass: A really salty, orange drink.
6:30pm, 3rd 8 ounce glass: Damn, that's salty. And the citrus flavor is not doing anything to help the situation. Hey, what's that noise? Is that my stomach?
6:50pm, 4th 8 ounce glass: MOTHERFUCKER! I can barely choke this down.
I went to mix up my 2am dosage and was interrupted by something that I will not describe. Let's just say, the meds kicked it.
2am, 5th 8 ounce glass: This is horrible but I can do this. I must do this.
2:20am, 6th 8 ounce glass: I'm not going to make it.
2:40am, 7th 8 ounce glass: Just one more after this one. Just one more after this one. Just one more after this one.
3:00 am, 8th (and final) 8 ounce glass: Just drink. Don't think about it. Drink it. (Chugs it) VICTORY IS MINE!
As for the procedure, I totally slept through everything. I wasn't even awake to talk to my doctor but luckily, my Mom was there to hear the good news.
