Pre-emptive Apology...

I married a RN. Her specialty is wound care. You wouldn't believe the pictures she insists on showing me when she surfs on her phone.

Trust me, don't date a nurse.

BTW, I thought I'd be well taken care of by marrying a nurse. So far I've yet to be wounded or ill in any way that exceeds several patients she saw that day so "man up."

My mom was an ER nurse for 35 years at a hospital near a major highway.

Thanks to dinner table conversation at my house, NOTHING can turn my stomach.

Another side benefit is being able to do fun things like walk into triage and say "I need my appendix looked at, NOW"

The doctor asked how I knew what the problem was and why I was still walking upright.

secretariata wrote: Procedure isn't a big deal.....

My mother survived breast cancer and colon cancer, colon cancer killed my grandfather. Do the maintenance!

Guy at work put it off and put it off, when he finally went they wheeled him down the hall and removed a foot of tubing.

Oh, and lie about your weight; they add more druggage.

Dan

Thanks for all the support folks! Actually, you all assumed incorrectly. It was a top down inspection...

I'm due for my next bottom up in about 6 months. I was also assuming, because I've had each procedure previously and was pretty out of it for quite a while afterwards. This time I felt relatively normal and stayed awake for the ride home. I did take a 3 hour nap after eating, but a large part of that might be contributed to staying up late the night before.

The preop stuff you have to drink for the one where they go in the back door is worse than the actual procedure. My wife is a ER/ICU/CCU nurse. Very handy person to have around when someone is trying to die on you.

Pictures of wounds are nothing. Trust and believe if those things were in smellovision you would be having a second look at your breakfast.

Well then, I guess you realized that the phrase, "Esophagus? Dam near killed em" doesn't have the same impact.

Though, a reference to Linda Lovelace may have been in order.

914Driver wrote: My mother survived breast cancer and colon cancer, colon cancer killed my grandfather. Do the maintenance! Guy at work put it off and put it off, when he finally went they wheeled him down the hall and removed a foot of tubing. Oh, and lie about your weight; they add more druggage. Dan

I had a grandfather die from colon cancer in his 40's and a cousin that passed away last year. She was only 4 years older than me. She had her first colonoscopy the day after her 50th b'day. They kept her in the hospital and operated the next day. I immediately contacted my MD to get authorized to have an early inspection due to family history. So far so good on that end...I didn't even mind the gallon of crud that everybody complains about.

JohnRW1621 wrote: Well then, I guess you realized that the phrase, "Esophagus? Dam near killed em" doesn't have the same impact. Though, a reference to Linda Lovelace may have been in order.

I believe she possesses skills that I do not have nor wish to develop.

secretariata wrote: I didn't even mind the gallon of crud that everybody complains about.

I remember a vivid description of the "gallon of crud" and its effects. Not so much earthmover as nitromethane bulldozer. It was something-ene glycol. The describor said "Oh, I get to drink a gallon of coolant."

Apparently it works quickly and thoroughly. Keep a few shelf-feet of books to read in the bathroom with you, you aren't going to be leaving any time soon.

In reply to Knurled:

Or make sure your phone has a full charge

And something nicer than the TP you find in institutional-supply catalogs.

Toebra wrote: The preop stuff you have to drink for the one where they go in the back door is worse than the actual procedure.

This. I had my first one at the ripe old age of 27. The stuff you have to guzzle the night before is kinda nasty, and spending hours on the toilet emptying yourself out is fun. But I got knocked out, woke up later and felt fine. No real loopyness or anything like when I had teeth pulled.

I did devour two large subs right after getting out of the hospital.

The stuff is called "Golytely" and yeah I felt like I was pouring it directly into the toilet through a human shaped funnel.

Interesting that they didn't do both scopings at the same time. When I had mine that was how they went at things. Apparently the scopes don't quite meet one another....

There is a new one that replaces the inappropriately named, Golytely. Trust and believe it is just about the same. They probably don't do them at the same time now because they would only get paid 50% of allowable charges on the second procedure.