I asked my Doctor if I could have a wellness check up, on my birthday.
They come free, with our health plan (save a few bucks, I thought). HA!
She did all the normal stuff and some of my OB/GYN stuff, too. Good so far...and I asked and found out that I could skip my OB/GYN this year, if I wanted.
Then she goes over my records and sees that I last had a Colonoscopy 5 years ago. I pleaded with her, no, no, it is too soon!
No such luck, she used the "You need to stay healthy for your Son" (who used to be a patient of hers before his move to Michigan).
How can any Mother say no to that logic?
So I make the consult appointment and go on the appropriate day.
I tell them flat out that I will NEVER take that gallon of prep again. No Way!
He then offers me something called SuPrep.
He said it is taken in 2 sessions, one in the evening and the other in the middle of the night. Joy.
It was much easier to deal with, I will tell you that. The first glass of prep and water took me a half hour to get down. The 2 additional glasses of water took another hour. I can't chug, obviously.
The one in the middle of the night was slightly worse and when I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked like the living dead.
By the time I showered and went to the Doctor's Office in Mission Hills, I was looking pretty good. On 3 hours sleep, no less.
A work friend emailed me David Barry's column on his colonoscopy and it gave me a chuckle and something to focus on those last few seconds before you go under.
Here is how Dave's went:
"I have no idea. Really. I slept through it. One moment, Abba was shrieking ``Dancing Queen! Feel the beat from the tambourine . . .’‘
. . . and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood."
In my case I looked at all the people, Doctor, Nurses and an Anesthesiologist and said "What, no Dancing Queen"? That is the last thing I remember, truly.
The Doctor came by after and explained that they found and removed 3 polyps and will (of course) check them out for cancer cells, but otherwise, all is well. I remember none of this conversation. The nurse went through it for me, when I woke up later.
Done! For another 5 years.