Everything is A-Okay

No, I did not have a baby today!  But I did get oxygen.  And I did really like my anesthesiologist, just as I did when this photo was taken several years ago.

Hmmm...what picture SHOULD I use with a post about my colonoscopy?   They did give me pictures, believe it or not--but I will refrain from sharing. (Not sure even I wanted to see those! ha ha!)

The last 48 hours could not have gone better.  Thank you, Jesus and TSFL!  Seriously.

I ate my last lean and green meal on Tuesday night at dinner.  When I woke up Wednesday morning I could have Medifast Shakes and Ice Cream.  (Not bad options, I have to say!)  So, really, it was like a normal day for me.

I went to the store and bought a few items that were on the "clear liquid only" diet, things I knew I could also have on TSFL.  At 6:00 last night I started the prep.  Let me tell you, having to pretend your drinking lemonade on the beach is the only thing that can possibly trick your mind into gulping down that terrible lemony, salty disgusting drink.  1 liter in an hour.  All I wanted to do was puke.  I'll be honest.

Well, I didn't really have to make that trip to the store for the clear liquid items.  After the prep started I didn't want to eat anything else.  I felt like I had a bad stomach bug.  I kept having to remind myself that my brother (who currently is undergoing treatments for colon cancer, hence my test!) is going through much worse than this.  I did manage to have a sugar-free popsicle and a mug of plain tea before I went to bed.

Rose this morning and had to go through the drinking of sludge again.  The kids knew if they needed me they could find me in the bathroom!  (Why, oh why, had my "Hunger Games Trilogy" not yet shipped from Barnes and Nobel!  I needed a good book to distract me.)

I didn't have to worry about not eating.  I was fine.  Living on my fat, I suppose.  I hope.  But, man, was I thirsty!

The procedure was a piece of cake!  It was the nicest, most peaceful nap I've had in a long time.  I was super disappointed when they woke me up and said it was over.  I asked the anesthesiologist if he could come to my house tonight and give me some of that before bedtime.  He told me that was "illegal."  (Whatever.)  I then proceeded to tell him he was my favorite person, which made the nurse laugh and return a witty comment.  Dan said I have a thing for anesthesiologists because I told the man in the C-Section delivery room with me that I loved him.  How does Dan remember that?!  (And, in my defense, that man stroked my face and whispered sweetly in my ear for the duration of my delivery.  I was confused--was he my husband or my doctor?! LOL!)

Good news.  My colon is perfect.  Now we all know.   Perfect, he said.

And with that news, I was ready to eat.  I brought a bar and some pretzels with me, but Dan suggested we go get a steak and salad.  Who was I to argue with that?  I ate my pretzels on the way to the restaurant.  And then was most satisfied with my early dinner.  I was still groggy over dinner--mostly just wanted to get back to that nap.  But I'm honestly feeling good now. 

If you need a colonoscopy--ahem, YOU know who you are--call and make the appointment.  No big deal.  Honestly.  If you can get past the 12-16 hour stomach bug feeling, you'll forget the rest even happened!

Here's to optimal health!