"You are going to feel some heat as I inject this."
I thought it felt cold. That was my last complete thought as another green scrub shoved a mask on my face and told me to breath deep.
Everything went black. I woke up in the recovery room less than 30 minutes later like nothing at all had happened. They had used different drugs on me; coldly efficient drugs leaving me only a foggy brain sporting a mild headache as my reward.
Dr. Abraham came in and gave me the good news:
"No more colonoscopies for you".
At the time I was so foggy, I wasn't positive this was good news. I figured some bad news was about to follow.
"Not a polyp anywhere or anything other than normal. Go home and recuperate. Unless something odd happens, this is probably the last colonoscopy you will ever have."
On the way home, my daughter and I stopped at Firehouse Subs and I had my usual "Hook and Ladder", only this time I ordered the big one.
The rest of my Monday I spent sluggish and out of sorts. Tuesday morning however I awakened to my voice singing lyrics from a Joan Armatrading song:
"Awe Rosie, don't you do that to the boys"
I love it when I wake up either laughing or singing.
Keep it 'tween the ditches ....................................
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The obvious choice for a tune is the song I was singing yesterday morning. Here is "Rosie", off Joan's first album I think, "Track Record".
2 comments:
I just had my colonosphy end of January and I was knock out. Results is over on my blog.
I was out for my colonoscopy and endoscopy last July. I dont know if they met in the middle and shook hands or what. Anyhow, no new diverticula.
Had an MRI on Friday night, head and neck. Never had one before. I was an hour inside the machine with my eyes closed so I wouldn't feel claustrophobic and just listened to the orchestra. The machine has about 3 dozen sounds and combinations of sounds, none pleasant.
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