Day 13: That time I asked for another colonoscopy.

If you think mentioning a colonoscopy is TMI, stop reading now. 😊

They call it twilight sedation which is a light anesthesia. You don’t feel pain. You’re sleepy but responsive. Although I don’t remember falling asleep, I know I at least zoned out long enough to block the beginning of the procedure. Before long, I was staring at a live stream of my colon. Shortly after, I was told no polyps were found, and I was wheeled back to the area where it all began. The place where privacy was defined by a thin curtain. Yikes!

The chattering of the male nurse reminded me of Charlie Brown’s teacher until he said, “You know that gas we gave you? We need it back. You need to pass gas before we release you.”

I giggled, trying to figure out if he was serious, and he was. 😲☹ When he walked out, I knew I had to act fast to accomplish the said goal. Success! Upon his return, I proudly reported that I had successfully returned the gas. That was probably the first time I actually confessed to committing public flatulence. 😊

Still loopy from the drugs, I gathered my belongings. My dear husband held my hand as we prepared to walk away. I didn’t need a wheelchair because I felt and appeared to be perfectly fine.

“You’re free to go. Have a good day.” The nurses’ words kind of ran together, at least to me.

And then I said the unthinkable. “Thank you so much. That was great. I want to do this again next week!”

Simultaneous laughter from the nursing staff and my husband followed that insane statement. Then one of them said, “That’s the drugs talking.” LOL

I never thought I’d hear those words referring to me. 😊

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