I’ve promised my wife that I’ll undergo this when I reach the age of (mumble-mumble). I can only pray that by that time, just over two years hence, the technology will have improved to where purging is no longer needed. Should that not happen, my plan is to to have my music, music stand, my computer, and one of my guitars standing by in my bathroom–so it shouldn’t be a total loss.
I wonder how people handle this when there’s more than one person in the house but only one bathroom? :eek:
Some people have an internal compass in their heads.
I also have one. Set in a very high magnetic field apparently. Besides, see my sig.
Cool Mr. bus guy, I did one of those a couple of years ago. Aside from the drugs, the doctor also set up the viewscreen so I could watch too, which was interesting to say the least.
They didn’t tell me about the farting, though. When I got back to the office I starting feeling some abdominal pains and worried that they’d scratched me inside with the camera. It got so bad I had to go home early and lie down on the couch. I remember just after laying down thinking "man, this is really hurting. I should go back to the hospital and ppphphhhhhhhpphphphhhhbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbttttphphttttttttttttssshhhhhhhhh :eek:
: pause :
“Oh, so that’s what that was!”
I supposedly had one of those a couple of years ago. I say supposedly, because they wheeled me in, turned me on my side, turned on the TV, and the next thing I knew I was back in the recovery room. I liked that kind of procedure. 
Just whatever you do, do not have red jello. My next door neighbor did that before his first one and he was completely unconscious. So they went to his wife and informed her that it looked like they were going to have to operate, because he was bleeding horribly in his intestines and they couldn’t find the source. Fortunately she remember the big bowl of red jello he had eaten, before they actually started cutting.
I had the scope last Friday. Oh, the joys of white grape juice followed by the Half-Lytely treatment!
They put me to sleep for mine–happy, happy, joy, joy!! I SOOO did not want to be awake for it. Plus, they told me not to do anything but rest and watch TV for the rest of the day–I didn’t have to cook or clean or anything!!
And how about this? They gave me a 5X7 sheet of COLOR photos of my colon! How cool is that? Think I’ll frame it and hang it in my living room–there’s a real ice-breaker for ya. (“Wow, your colon is so photogenic!” “Yeah, but I just look so fat–the camera adds 20 pounds, you know. I’ll bet Kate Moss has a teeny tiny little colon!”)
Oh Mr. Bus Guy! Did everything come out all right?
Yeah, during my mid-20s I contracted ulcerative colitis and had to have this procedure done.
I can’t imagine how it was done before the era of flexible implements and mini-cameras…and drugs…yes, the drugs are important.
I was told to use Fleet Phospho-Soda for the purging. You dilute it into a clear liquid (it gives it a bit of a salty taste) and it gets to work prety quickly. The directions are hilarious…something like “If you even think about getting more than 20 feet from a toilet, plan on staining your pants.” Ok, not really, but that’s what it should say.
Now that is Irreverent indeed.
Jim
Yes, It all had a happy ending. No cutting or biopsies or anything of significance.
The doc had two students in the room with him, one of whom was a sweet looking little thing that I normally would have invited to see my ass under very different circumstances. Before he started I made him promise to send me flowers tomorrow, and he told me that after the procedure we would be legally married in Bolivia.
Then they turned me over, the nurse started the cocktail dripping through the IV, and the next thing I knew I’m watching my wife read Readers Digest next to me.
I’ll have to say this time was much less debalitating than the last one, I actually felt alert less than an hour after we left, though my short term memory is a little fuzzy. Twice now I’ve asked her if we have to stop by the bank on the way home, which apparently we did right when we left the surgical center.
Now I’m on the couch, under orders to not do a damn thing the rest of the day. I’ll comply because he is now my legal Bolivian husband after all.
Congrats on the Bolivian wedding.
Serious Congrat on all being well.
I went through a similar procedure last year and it really wasn’t bad. I was on the table, the IV drip started and then I woke up to my wife reading a book. No ulcers were found.
We went to lunch in Red Bank and enjoyed a day to ourselves until it was time to get the kids.
Jim