Let's talk about this morning...
I'm not even going to get into the preparations that were required for this event.
[Let's just say that no one ever wants to pee outta their ass. It's just not sexy.]
So we arrived bright and early to the hospital at 8am this morning.
I was hungry and exhausted.
I get in there and they start the prep and the nurse informs me that not only are they scoping my "back door," they'll be scoping my throat...
I was not aware of this.
After a brief panic, I quieted my flight response by reminding myself of the heavy sedation.
Everyone I know that has had a colonoscopy said that they felt nothing and remembered even less.
It was going to be all anesthesia and roses!
Well, my friends:
It was FUCKING NOT.
I felt EVERYTHING and remembered EVERYTHING.
I kept trying to tell them that something was not right as I cried out in pain, but they kept reassuring me that I had been given plenty of sedation, and any more would be dangerous.
[I honestly don't know if they just didn't give me enough, or if my drip just wasn't effective-I can't tell you what the hell happened, but I was not sedated properly.]
So trying not to sob*, I got through the rest.
When I asked if they were already done with the throat portion, the nurse cheerfully replied:
"See, Honey? You were sedated, you don't even remember that we did it."
Oh, I remembered, lady. It was just quicker than I thought, and I was afraid there might be more.
By the end, as the fear subsided, I was pissed.
When they read the after-care instructions to me and the Hubs before the procedure, we were told that I would be so out of it that I wouldn't even be able to dress myself, and we need help getting up/going to the bathroom for the REST of the DAY.
Out of it, you say? I think NOT.
IMMEDIATELY after the procedure, I slammed back two cups of apple juice, dressed MYSELF, gathered up my discharge papers and got the hell outta dodge.
I came home, ate some lunch, chatted with our baby sitter, changed my clothes and cuddled with my son.
I was as coherent as my intestines are long.
I don't know if I should file a complaint. I don't want to be *that* lady, but it was kinda horrifying.
I've been ill at ease all day.
I took some pain pills, and took a long nap, hoping I would wake up feeling better about the whole thing, but I'm still just as upset.
I am being overly dramatic?
I won't have any news about the outcome of the colonoscopy/throat scope until the results of the biopsies come back some time next week.
I'll keep y'all in the loop as I get more info.
*During my 2003 sexual assault, I was entered anally repeatedly, so I don't like anything being forced up my butt, medically necessary or not. Anything of that nature brings back things I'd rather not remember.