I left you at 4:30 p.m. yesterday. Everything was ready and I prepared my first 5 ounces of the pre-op. I thought I was drinking an orange drink.
Two or three 8 oz cups of water later, I visited with my bathroom with book in hand. Not much happened so I just got in bed and started reading.
About an hour later, I called my next door neighbor’s daughter, who is an RN, and said: “Nothing happening here”. Is this stuff going to work?
She said: “That is what my husband asked me…just wait…you will be up most of the night.” I thanked her and continued to read….then a little cramping and a fast retreat back to the bathroom where I stayed for a while. Who knew you had this much stuff inside of your body!
Well, that was gross. Back to bed to read and about 30 minutes later a repeat and I found that everything had turned to clear and I thought: “Should I take the second packet?” I had drank about 7, 8 oz cups of water by this time.
Ten o’clock came and I went to the kitchen and mixed the second packet. Did not taste as well as the first time but down it went followed by lemon jello and a butterscotch to get the taste out plus I had 3 more 8 oz cups of water to drink.
All was well until about 11 o’clock and from there on in it was touch and go….would I make it to the bathroom in time? Should I renovate so that there is room for a bed in the bathroom for future unforeseen procedures? What color would be better than this coral color…to much the color of what was now leaving down the toilet…so painting is now in order! Maybe a bright white!
Finally, about 4 a.m. I went to sleep and slept until 5:30. Got up and took a shower; dressed; noted the rain coming down.
My friend arrived and off we went the 5 miles to the hospital. Checked in; went to the bathroom; waited; went to the bathroom; waited some more; back to the bathroom….would this ever end?
Funny thing happened. When they took me back, the bathroom running ran somewhere else. I had a lovely blue gown; got to keep my socks on so I was glad I wore my white socks with pink carnations on them that said “Good Luck”.
The nurse was delightful; the RN manager came to put the IV in since I have baby veins that roll and they have to use a baby needle. She was very good and that was over, once I shut up and let her do her job.
All the usual questions; the young nurse did not quite know what to do when she asked me: “any skin problems?” and I answered: “Yes, wrinkles.”
My friend, the doctor came in; what happened to green scrubs? he had on yellow but he looked good with his white/gray beard. Then the anesthesiologist came to ask me the same questions. He grew up in Scotland and knew how to pronounce my name. He was the only one except my doctor.
All ready, my friend, Kathy, and I followed the blue strip on the walls (follow the yellow brick road) and arrived at the surgical unit. She left me there and they took me in…put me on a table….but I saw a really neat robot on my way into the surgical suite. I asked if they were going to use the robot but no, the doctor would be doing the procedure.
After the anesthetic was given, I was out for about 30 minutes, I think. Anyhow, when I woke up at about 8:45 the doctor came and gave me the good news. We talked about his winter garden; I ate 4 crackers and drank some ginger ale.
There was something in the outpatient unit that gave Kathy and I a runny nose. It still is running. The nurse said it probably was a cleaner. The nose running is the problem now.
Kathy and I left and went to the Waffle house for waffles and coffee and then home. I thanked her; she left and I went to bed and slept until about 4 p.m. (actually this photo looks like the one near my house)
Then I opened my computer and was amazed with all your concerns. Thank you. I feel as it you were all there with me and that gave me a warm feeling (along with my hot tea, honey, lemon and Jack Daniels :)! No seriously, thank you for your concerns and prayers.
I wrote all this for those of you like me. I was terrified to have a colonoscopy so this was my first and will be the only one I will ever have to have since I am 75 and the next one would not be due until I am 85 and I probably will be one with the Universe by then…not an unhappy thought!
It is what it is….go and have one…you will be glad you did (when it is all over).
P.S. The nurse asked me what kind of colonoscopy I was having and I said “elective” and she said “who has an elective colonoscopy?” That would be me, I told her!
Thank you again.