the Procedure

Well the "procedure" went fine. I have a clean bill of health and don't need to have this done again for ten years. Any blood relatives take note: your risks just went down because I came through with nary a polyp or pocket. It is good to be related to someone like me sometimes.

The worst part of the whole thing was the second dose of the "stuff". Drinking the first dose was just tolerable. Then not being able to eat anything but clear liquids for a day was tough. I do like my food. I don't consider jello a food. It's like 7-up, it's for sick people. I like ginger ale, though. I have been depriving myself of soda pop for several years because of what it does to my blood sugar levels. Ah, but now, I was told to have only clear liquids. Give me an inch and I'll take a mile so I drank ginger ale till there was no more. Let's just say that I did not have a problem with low blood sugar after nearly starving to death on clear liquids.

The "procedure" was a walk in the park. Very easy, simple, quick. (Except the LVN learning how to do an IV.) I even got to watch on closed circuit TV. I never saw the inside of me before. (Except my mouth.) I was in and out of there in less than an hour and a half. I even got pictures to take home. Anybody want to see?

I was perplexed on how to arrange the logistics of this appointment. Kaiser would not do the procedure unless I had a designated driver to take me home. They also wouldn't release me unless I had a responsible adult to accompany me. Da was all set to check us into a motel for the night but then I didn't just find one, driver I found two! Or they found me and volunteered. Sisters are so valuable! One left her sick kids at home and took me in. Thank-you, Chuggy. The other came straight after a hard day's work leaving Gramma to fend for herself and picked me up. Thank-you Kedge. Da came with me because the clinic closes before Kedge could get there. Kaiser considers Da responsible. We know better.

We even had time to have a yummy and leisurely meal at the Black Angus across the street. I was very hungry. I'm not silly, with a thoroughly cleaned out gut I started slow with just soup and salad. We decided to forego going to reading meeting though. I felt fine and dandy, especially after the large, hot mocha with whipped cream, but they pumped me full of air. It was clean air but it wanted out, and not just a little at a time. And not just once. Nothing like being in a quiet room full of serious people when that happens. So I stayed home.