the prep is the worse part
Well, I had my colonoscopy on Friday. It was just as much fun as I remembered from last year. For any boomers, this should be a yearly exam - like a mammogram. (I'm sceduled for that on Wednesday.)
The prep is really the worse part. You have to drink a gallon of chilled "gucky water stuff". We time it. I drink 8oz. every 10 minutes. I set up a nest in our bedroom, to be ever so close to our bathroom. Dear hubby Rand brings me the glass-o-crap as needed. By the third glass you have a little trouble getting it chuged. Your stomach is saying no thanks, it has had enough fluids. By the approaching first dozen, you no longer appreciate the loving act of your mate 'helping'. When you're giving serious thought to throwing up because you have over consumed on this slimy cold crap, the cramping sets in. Then you get to spend quality time with your newspaper on the throne - where your expecting to see internal organs following the deluge. You will get out just in time to see your 'other half' turn the corner with another glass. When you just can't take it anymore, that smart ass you're married to will tell you only another 6 or 7 glasses are left to chug. It's finally over and you're shot. You will arrive at the clinic sleep deprived and wasted.
Something good
They got the IV in me on the first try! Way to go Larry!
You must have a driver for the test as you will recieve good drugs. Dad was mine. (This clinic is new since my last tests. If we had been on the right road, we wouldn't have had any trouble finding the place.)
You sign in, and they take you back. I was now in a private cubical. They handed me a gown and I got to leave my socks and bra on. I had to promise not to share how wonderful their hospital gowns are, because they don't want to be deluged with requests by the public. (It was the special blue print with that 'easy open' back that we all find so handy.) I got my IV in and they took me back. They give you two shots into your IV line and ask you to roll on your left side and expose your bum. The shots are so good and work so quickly, you don't even care that these two guys are messing with your exposed bum. You spend the entire time in twilight land. Not completely out, but no real grasp on reality. I was aware of being uncomfortable, but not able to specify.
Eventually, Dr. Reyes (he's truley awesome) tells me I did great and they roll me over. I nap some and wake up in the cubicle and have been joined by Dad. Doc says they were able to do the enitre length of my bowels. Last year this wasn't possible due to damage from adhesions. Nothing to remarkable was seen, but he took a few biopsies to be safe. The results of them will be available later this week.
When I'm a little more awake, they let me go. Dad takes me Krispy Kreme for breakfast. A nice way to spend the rest of the morning.
As expected - my body stays on "over-drive" from the prep. Today things seem a bit quieter today, but my stomach is a bit off. Just hurts.
coming soon
We have decided that later this week we will get a new freezer. Our current chest is the first new thing we bought together when we were first married. It still is plenty cold, but the lid is falling to pieces. It no longer seals. We recieved a "customor's only notice" from American Home about a private sale coming up. We went out today and decided on one and made sure it would be in stock. We picked out a Frigidare 16.7 cu. ft. upright. While messing with our chest not too long ago; we discovered a turkey we didn't know we had. Time to get organized. An upright will work much better for that.
I also picked out my next sofa and coffe table for the family room, computer desk, another chair or two, stove, dishwasher, and refridgerator. And Rand, was in electronics trying to get my attention. We, of course - ignored each other's requests, but the sofa is a big possibility down the short road.
old friends
Under the title of "What are the odds?". While browsing appliances, Rand heard a voice he "knew that he knew". Doug and Marti Kent were shopping for new appliances. We had a nice catch-up visit. (The girls, Allie and Annie, are now 16, share a car and a cell phone, and boys are coming out of the woodwork.)
vacation
Rand and I are on vacation this week. He hopes to put a big dent in his honey-do list. I will occupy myself with physical therapy, another visit to the orthopedic, and a mammogram. Not a blue star vacation. but still much needed.