Yesterday was Endoscopy day…Here’s the blow by blow.
I got up at my normal time and then made the travel to the clinic that does nothing but Endoscopies. It was about 15 miles from home. Papa drove, I was in “comfy”: cloths as was directed by the instructions on my get ready paper.
I got there and… waited. I waited for 25 minutes for them to call my name after I signed in. I gave them all of the paper work I pre-filled out and let them scan my DL and Insurance card and then sat down to wait some more.
The nurse came out and called my name, and I was off for what? More waiting. I went in and changed my cloths into this full length gown with, you guessed it, a hole down the back end so you could moon everyone. It’s saving grace was that it was thick and soft. I was in bed and listening the the whiner next to me, a woman who was just insistent on whining and crying and basically being a nuisance for the nurses.
I got an IV with glucose solution. I drained that sucker lickety split. They said I was thirsty, I said I was, and they gave me another one. I was cold, I got another warm blanket for my body and then another blanket for my feet. My feet get really cold due to the meds to keep my heart rate down.
My Dr was running late. I laid there and watched patients come and go… I listened to the whiner, who finally left… she was getting a colonoscopy and an endoscopy… both ends, how horrible. I watched the cute male nurse run around with the rest of them, he smiled and winked at me as he went by. I thought about getting my cell phone out of my purse so I could play one of the games i have installed there for just such an occasion.
Finally, they wheeled me out of the holding area, down a hall to the room with my Dr and her assistant. It was fun, but I felt like I was on display the whole way. I really didn’t like it, but what can you do… it’s far better than walking down there with your bare butt hanging in the wind…
My Dr said hi and asked me how I was doing. I told her I’d been relegated to soup for the last two days. She’s a good Dr. She looked worried and said we’d check it out. I think she’s the first MD that I’ve seen that has shown compassion and concern. My Nurse Practitioner does, but not many MD’s. I really like her.
So then, I rolled on my side. They put towels under my head. They sprayed my throat with something that was supposed to taste bad, but really didn’t… just different. I had a white thing put in my mouth and tied down and then… darkness. I don’t remember much. I remember the feeling of the scope going down, vaguely.
Then next thing I remember… I’m in a different holding pen and papa’s there with me. My Dr came out and explained everything… don’t really remember that but I know she told papa something and he nodded and she gave him papers. That’s all I remember is seeing her and him together.
Then, away he went, The nurse helped me change… good thing because I was all thumbs and elbows… we cheered tho, I was able to hook my bra myself. WOOT!
I hopped in my chariot and was wheeled out to the waiting car which was Papa. We went home… I was tired and slept on the way there.
I got home, I slept and I stayed in my jammies all day.
I did finally read the report. Here are the results. There are No Polyps. There are no Ulcers. There are no pre-cancerous cells on the Esophagus (really good!). We specifically checked the Esophagus because Papa had two brothers die from Esophageal Cancer. My Esophagus is just red and irritated and my tummy too. She took a biopsy in my tummy to confirm that the H. Pylori bacteria is still there. I’ll hear from her in a week on that test.
So… great news. Really great news. I was worried and so I’m glad it’s nothing worse than what it is.
© ‘Fizz’ 2009
PS – Here’s a hero I can appreciate!