I’m Glad That’s Over!

Today is going to be a short blog because I’m exhausted. I started taking the pills for the prep for my colonoscopy on Sunday night, but I had to be up again at 5:00 AM yesterday morning to start the second round of them. Between my stomach gurgling from the first set of pills and the fact that I never sleep well when I know I have to get up early, I didn’t sleep a wink all night long. I tried, but it just wasn’t happening. One of the side effects of the pills is that they made me feel very cold. I had the sheet and a comforter doubled up on top of me and still had goosebumps and couldn’t get comfortable

When I got up at 5:00 AM to do the second set of pills and then drink the 48 ounces of water required over the next two hours, my stomach was rebelling and didn’t like me very much at all. About 7:30, I went back to bed and tried to get some sleep, drifting off for a little bit before the alarm rang at 9.

We had to be at the hospital in Daytona Beach at 11:00 o’clock and actually got there about twenty minutes early and got checked in. They took me right back to start getting me settled into pre-op, telling Terry they would bring her back once I was all hooked up to the monitors and such. The two nurses working on me were very nice, but they had a lot of trouble trying to find a vein to insert an IV. They kept apologizing, and I kept telling them that it was all right. They finally got one in my hand after about four tries. Then they brought Terry in for a quick visit that turned out to be over an hour because the procedure started late.

Once they got me in the room where it was done, I was introduced to the people working there. The anesthesiologist said he was going to insert the sedative into the IV line, and I might feel a burning sensation for a moment, but then I would go to sleep. I never felt the burning, but I darn sure went to sleep! When I woke up, it was all over and I was in the recovery room.

I guess I impressed the ladies working there because apparently, I was telling them over and over how beautiful and wonderful my wife was. I don’t remember that, but I do remember telling the doctor how beautiful she was and how I certainly didn’t deserve a woman like her. Terry was in the room by then, which I didn’t know. Maybe I made some points with her, too.  😊

The doctor said he removed six small polyps, and I get to do this fun stuff all over again in three years. I’ll be counting the days until next time, Doc.

And that’s about it. We stopped to get a bite to eat on the way home since I had not had any solid food since Saturday evening and just some Jello on Sunday. Terry had not slept well either, so we didn’t do much except park ourselves in our recliners and watch television until it was time to get the blog ready to go and then head to bed.

And finally, here’s a chuckle to start your day from the collection of funny signs we see in our travels and that our readers share with us. This sounds like a place I’d like to visit.

Thought For The Day – I would like to think I will die a heroic death, but it’s more likely I will trip over my dog and choke on a spoonful of peanut butter.