The First Scoping...

So, it's taken months to finally get my glorious colonoscopy. First it was put off for the Father-Daughter dance that I had to take Daniella to. Then I had the flu. I was in no hurry - why should I be? I had no symptoms of any problems in my colon at all.

Finally, on 11 April (an off Friday, mind you) my bowels were ready for that camera & roto-rooter gizmo. Yeah, drinking that goop (Trilyte) is gross. You have to guzzle down 4 litres of this thick, salty substance that makes you squeeky clean. Yellow water is good! Yeah, I nearly blew chunks drinking that stuff... blech!

Hey, at Arizona Digestive Institute they're pretty quick and actually efficient - even though they seem chaotic. They had this great anesthetic that looked like milk and only knocked me out for the duration of "the procedure". After I woke up I just felt like I was drunk and sobered up rapidly. My only problem was that for once in my life I couldn't fart! For those of you that know me well, I know you can't believe it. Deb had to wait about an hour for me to pop out some gas. I'll spare you the rest of the gassy details.

Anyway. The gastroenterologist, Dr. Blinkoff, talked to Deb and told her that he cut out a 1cm (or so) polyp from my colon. He referred to it as "good sized" when he called me later that day to see how I was doing. I didn't like his reference to the size that way. I couldn't pick up any heavy objects for a week too - he informed me on the phone. To top it off, with that size of polyp, we were told that our kids had to start getting scoped or screened (whatever they're going to do in 20 years) at 30 years old!

That should have told us something then, but hell, I didn't have any symptoms, so why worry?

The rest of the day was okay - that milky knock out stuff wasn't bad. I could still remember things... unlike when Debs went in and got some knock out juice.