Colonoscopy

I had a colonoscopy on Thursday.

I'd put off far too long.

When I had the last one, the doctor told me to come back in three years. I hate the prep so I was slow in making the appointment and finally made one for the summer of last year. Then Evie's chronic heart problem began to become critical, her health became very bad and surgery to replace her defective heart valve was scheduled and I canceled my procedure.

Her surgery was on August 17, 2018 and it took me this long to have the colonoscopy.

I absolutely hate the prep.

I get nauseous easily. One time, several procedures ago, I puked up the gunk they made me drink and I had to reschedule. That time, they ordered an antinausia medication, which helped enough.

This time the doctor allowed me to choose to do the "over the counter" method, which involves taking OTC laxatives and drinking Gatorade G2.

You can't drink a purple or red color and I only like grape, so that was a problem. I finished with orange and what came out at the end was a weird florescent color.

When I set up the procedure, the appointment setter upper I talked to said nausea is not a problem with this method. I didn't believe her but she wasn't going to set me up with anything for nausea, so I took my best shot.

I did get nauseous but I only gagged once and nothing came up.

Sorry for all that detail.

Anyway, the procedure itself wasn't bad. The anesthesia was okay. It didn't make me sick. General anesthesia always does.

I simply woke up, and was having a dream. I was groggy and lightheaded all day afterward but Evie drove me home and I was fine. The next day at work, I had some trouble concentrating. If I ever have another one, and I'm still working, I'll take the day after off, too.

Anyway, the doctor found, and removed, four polyps. They're being biopsied. In my grogginess, it seemed that the doctor wasn't too concerned, but we'll see.

Unless they find cancer, or pre-cancer, I'm supposed to return in three years.

Yuck.