I have reached that age where I needed a colonoscopy.
Frankly, I put it off for a year. Three weeks ago, after my annual physical, I called and made an appointment. I thought, “Oh, it’s September. They’ll put me on the calendar for November or December.”
No, WellSpan could get me in right away. “How about the week of the 14th?” I said. This week is less pressurous at work; November’s catalog went to press last week, and I’d start writing December’s maybe Wednesday, but more likely Thursday. (Surprisingly, I started writing it this morning.)
Over the last few days I did my prep, first with some dietary changes, then with a clear liquids diet, and finally yesterday and this morning a prep liquid. The paperwork suggested the prep liquid would be gross. I didn’t find it so.
I will not discuss the effects of the prep liquid. IYKYK. But it seemed to go well, and I felt pretty confident I’d done all I could do.
The procedure itself… well, I was unconscious. Literally, I laid on the examining bed, they hooked up oxygen and IVS, I said something like, “Oh, is it coming in through the nose? I can smell it…” and the next thing I know I’m in the recovery room. I feel like I’d been dreaming of work.
So.
Colon looks good.
No polyps of any kind.
I do have hemorrhoids.
I do this again in ten years.
I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. I literally haven’t eaten in days.