I had my colonoscopy on Wednesday, and honestly, it probably was a good thing. I had to do the low-fiber diet on Sunday and Monday, which was not a big deal. I just had to cut out a few things. The liquid diet was not that disruptive either. I had a lot of jello and apple juice and didn't feel too bad.
The prep? It wasn't my favorite thing to do, but it really didn't taste like anything. More accurately, it tasted like nothing with a hint of lemon. I didn't have any trouble finishing my doses. Only at the very end did I get sick of it, and by then what was coming out of me looked as it should. I got enough rest and honestly, the quiet of the early morning was kind of nice. No kids to bother me while I read or played on my tablet.
The doctor's office was running a bit behind, so I waited for quite a while. The beds were lined up outside the procedure room and it reminded me of Pink Floyd's "On The Run" video, where a hospital bed substitutes for an airplane. I was on the runway for quite a bit before I finally got wheeled in.
The room was smaller than I thought it was going to be. It was slightly larger than a standard exam room. I turned over on my side and the anesthesiologist let me know he was starting the meds. I barely had a chance to get a word out before I lost consciousness.
I woke up to Sarah back in the waiting room. It felt like I was out for a long time, but it was only 20 or so minutes. I recombobulated and we headed out to Zebb's for a nice lunch. A Monte Cristo for me. It was nice to connect with my lovebug, but afterwards I just felt like resting, which is what I did. Sounds like another 10 years before I have to do this again. Wonder if it'll be the same technology then.
