Monday, March 31, 2008

At this point, if the doctor ever again says she want me to take this test,

the answer will be "Hell NO!" unless the words "or you'll die" are part of her request.

And then I might have to think about it.

How do I dislike this? Let me count the ways:
The meds taste bad at the start, and by the time they're gone it's bloody awful.
After each set the rumbles & uneasiness start.
Then you find yourself running for the tiled reading room at frequent intervals.
Upon arriving there, you find that everything you've had to eat for approximately the last two weeks begins exiting your body. In liquid form, and at a velocity that seems almost enough to provide thrust.
The only good thing about the meds is that after you start taking them, the fact that you've had nothing but some broth to eat today no longer captures your attention. Because your system is so busy bobbling around inside from whatever-the-hell it is you drank, that you aren't really worried about food.

And, by the way, 'clear liquids' my ass: no whiskey or beer allowed.

5 comments:

martywd said...

I had to do the prep yesterday.  Fun that was.  Not!  Then the scoping bright and early this a.m. which I have to take someone else's word for since the drugs they gave me caused me to miss the whole shebang?  Hopefully, the call tomorrow while be with good news?

Firehand said...

Mine's this afternoon, after which I shall eat. Food, not in liquid form.

At this point I'll worry about the news later, it was a fairly miserable night.

Anonymous said...

My doctor prescribed a set of meds that are in pill form. No bad taste, just lots of pills and water over a short period of time. Then a great deal of quality time in that reading room.

The worst thing is that it eats pretty much three days of your life for a 20-minute procedure. One day when you dare not get too far from a toilet, then the procedure, and then a day of recovering from the anesthetic.

Anonymous said...

Let me tell you guys a couple of things. I had a colostomy some years back for diverticulosis (that's the acute form) and I was damn glad to have a**h*le and appetite connected together later on. I was 33. I get scoped on a regular basis since then, about every five years, I'm 57 now. The time before last the Doc removed a couple of benign polyps. This time (January) - nothing, clean as a new washed colon. I watched a good friend and shooting buddy die of colon cancer at 48 and a former boss, now a friend (go figure) nearly lost her life to it four years ago. Cowboy up, purge yourself and get scoped. Enjoy the drugs, it's better than chemotherapy and death.

Russ

Firehand said...

I've heard it's one of the nastier ways cancer can get you.