The tool is a metre long and yes, he explained the part about blowing me up like a balloon. I’m on board with the meds, at least for the first go.
Had my colonoscopy last week and I was pretty impressed with the whole show. The "drink" wasn't bad at all, tasted like fruit flavoured tums in water. After the third cold litre of the stuff I was ready for a break.
I've never had more than a local anesthetic, never had an IV put in my arm that I'm aware of, so this experience was something new! Arrived on time, check in was swift, warm gown, warm sheets on the bed, warm blanket on top of me and after fasting for 30 hours (and the rest...) and on four hours sleep I wad ready for a nap. Waited in the ward for my turn, got into the decommissioned OR, started my meds (valium to start, followed up by some fentanyl and propofol) and that's pretty well the last thing I remember. They asked if I wanted to be awake for the end of the procedure to watch on the screen, and I did. Woke up to some twisting and turning and not much to see on the screen and then it was done.
The team was verbally confirming everything with each other, perhaps there is a recording going for audit purposes and the doctor said he was using the "number nine" instrument and he leaned over and said to me "like that song, Love Potion Number Nine" to which I replied or like the Beatles song, "Number nine, number nine... " Zzzz...
I was conscious for the next half hour or so but do not remember any of it. I had some water, got up and got dressed, got final instructions and results from the nurse, walked out to the car and drank an Americano and had a slice of quiche. I did all this, but don't remember it at all.
Went home and ate and ate and ate.
One polyp removed, follow up call in a couple of weeks and nothing more for five more years. FU cancer!
Edited by Matt R., 30 January 2022 - 05:25 PM.