I had one at fifty was told everything’s fine and to have another one at sixty. I’m about to be sixty. Apparently this is how we celebrate the big “0” milestone birthdays from fifty on.
You’re going through the worst of it today Telemark. The procedure itself was no biggie for me. As I recall, I got the squeeze to take me through a drive thru for a burger and fries, went home, ate it and pretty much napped the rest of the day. When “squeeze” had his, he wanted to go pig out at a local Chinese buffet place which he did. Afterwards he pretty much napped the rest of the day. I’m more convinced that was due to a Chinese food induced coma as opposed to the procedure.
Good Luck. I’d say let us know how everything comes out but I don’t think we really want to know all that.
I had popsicles made from real fruit juice (even including a few tiny seeds) and I got a gold star on my report for having a particularly clean set of intestines.
This is vital!
Don’t just drink water from a glass. Measure your drinking…Fill a two-litter bottle, drink it empty, then refill it, so you know that you have drunk the entire required amount. Then drink some more water, to be sure. .The water is vitally important to clean your pipes, so the doctors can see the surface of your guts. If you don’t drink enough, you will have to do the whole procedure again. Ugh!
After the first 5 trips to the toilet, make sure that for the next 15 trips, what you are pissing out of your butt looks pretty much the same as the clear water that you drank 30 minutes ago.
That was the most amusing part of the process, for me. It was done at a clinic, so there were four or five of us lined up on gurneys with a nurse going up to each new groggy person and telling us that we couldn’t leave until we had “expelled air” and not to be embarassed “because it’s the doctor’s air.” If I hadn’t been too mellow, I’d have cracked up.
Since we’re being all thorough and everything, I might as well throw my ugly story into this thread, too.
I had a routine colonoscopy a year and a half ago, and they put a four inch tear into my colon. This gave me a roaring case of peritonitis, which didn’t get diagnosed for 28 hours. By this time my entire belly was red and distended, and my temperature was bouncing up and down, and, oh yeah, it HURT.
They told me I needed surgery in a hurry and warned me I might wake up with a colostomy bag, and it might be permanent, and these are just the unavoidable risks of having the surgery. So I asked what are the risks of NOT having the surgery. “Oh! Uhhhh… well, you can’t survive without the surgery.” This was useful and made the decision much easier.
During my recuperation I did some online research and found that my risk of fatality was 28%. Now I look like a football. Though, happily, I look like a football that has never had a colostomy bag.
You know what the worst thing would be about having a colostomy bag? Finding shoes to match.
In the OR, they swore they had never heard that one.
Did they also put an IV into your arm for days or weeks, and load you up with kilogram-size doses of industrial-strength antibiotics? Some of those can do about as much damage as the infection they are trying to treat!
All’s well that ends well. No issues except for the long wait for the doctor to be ready for me. I have no recollection of the procedure, woke up at the end of the show. I just had dinner - hopefully that will stay settled.
Glad it went well Telemark. Dinner will stay down. Don’t make any major financial or legal decisions. Don’t know how you’re feeling but for several hours after I was in a kind of fog.
They gave me the same advice, but I’m clear headed and have no discomfort at all. Just a little grumble in my stomach but that’s getting less pretty quickly.
