Thursday, August 8, 2013
48 hours without food for a 30 minute procedure. Yikes. The procedure was a colonoscopy done a few days ago. The 46 hours leading up to the procedure was the worst part. For most of the 30 minute procedure I was napping courtesy of some sleeping drug. However, to prepare for that 30 minutes, a heavy dose of laxatives is taken with Gatorade to flush the digestive system. It worked as described. No more details will be included.
That was the first time I tasted Gatorade. Of course after this, I will never have it again. At the grocer yesterday, there was a promotional display for Gatorade at the end of an aisle. Immediately, I started to gag. Had to move on -- fast.
About two hours before the procedure, I was weak and shaking. With little reserves on this skinny body, no doubt the metabolism of the body started digesting muscle to get protein.
The fourteen plus pages of legalese for the preparation and procedure included no driving after the procedure. So son TJ provided driving services. He called it a birthday present. Thank you TJ.
I had met the doctor previously at his office a couple of times. Not the most personable doctor I've ever met. Might just be due to his specialty and its point of view.
After the procedure, the doctor reviewed the findings with me. Nothing. Clear. Since everything was clear, the doctor said the next one will be ten years from now. Really. Sorry, but there will be no more. I just had the last one I will ever have -- no matter how long I live.
It's not the procedure, but I just don't do well without food for 48 hours.
Fortunately, it is all behind me. I will be going forward wondering and wandering. In the future I will steer clear of Gatorade displays or gastroenterologist offices.