Colonoscopy ... give me good vibes

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As good as the nap was, I've always enjoyed the post-procedure meal just as much. Felt like I was splashing some paint on a pure, pristine canvas.
Because I am an every five years guy due to family history, I have even developed a traditional post-procedure meal -- roast beef sandwich and a big glass of milk. So delicious!
 
So much for the good vibes.

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Had one today. Prep was the pain in the ass I expected it to be, particularly round two, where you’ve got past the fear factor of what it will feel/taste like vs. knowing you’re going to feel like that a lot more to get the desired result.

Of course, reading some bits here, and knowing of experiences of others, complaining about prep seems bad form when there are others who have legitimate fear of what the procedure will reveal. I did think about my Mom (who died of cancer when I was a kid) and what she went through and I had my, “man up and suck it up” moment of clarity.

Procedure itself, for me, went smooth. I don’t know if I got the 10-year pass yet, but I know no immediate complications were found. While I was in recovery, I apparently nicknamed the Coke I was drinking and did other hijinks that people do when they come out from anesthesia.

One thing I remember shortly before I went under, is that my doctor’s name was Lu. I was really hoping I’d bust into song during the procedure to the tune of Steely Dan’s “Doctor Wu”. I laughed out loud in my groggy state thinking about it. Nurse asked whether I was OK and I was like, “Oh, it’s nothing!”

Clearly, they can hear me, doctor.
 
Of course, reading some bits here, and knowing of experiences of others, complaining about prep seems bad form when there are others who have legitimate fear of what the procedure will reveal. I did think about my Mom (who died of cancer when I was a kid) and what she went through and I had my, “man up and suck it up” moment of clarity.
More like “man up and blow it out!” No?
 
I had my first experience with ulcerative colitis in 1977. Back then the test procedure was not a scope. Instead, the doc would hook you up to an enema bag and fill your colon with radioactive barium slurry. The next step was to lie under a fluoroscope so the doc could observe how the barium acted. Back then the preparatory fast lasted 48 hours, not 24. The morning of the test I had to give myself a Fleets saline enema and down about half a cup of cod liver oil. The obvious results ensued.
After that, a colonoscopy (and I'm about to undergo my sixth) is a walk in the park.
 
My wife had hers a few weeks ago. All seems good.

The wild thing: the anesthesiologist, of all things, was part of the Georgia Southern women's basketball team when I covered them for our school paper and then worked with as a sports information intern after graduation a shade over 20 years ago.
 

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