So my endoscopy was today. I knew that they'd need my help swallowing the camera, but I also knew that I'd be getting drugs. I wasn't sure what either would feel like.
But they rolled me into the room, and the staff had all kinds of music and put on classic rock for me (XD) and sprayed this Chloraseptic-like stuff down my throat (which made me gaggy to swallow), and then I was just sitting there with my mind wandering, and then the guy who'd sprayed the Chloraseptic-like stuff got my attention and I was wondering if he'd say it was about to start...but it was finished, and they rolled me into recovery, where I stayed for about forty-five minutes, and Chris was there with me, and a Captain (who said I wouldn't remember him, ha!) offered me ice chips and showed me some of the pictures they took of my insides.
They took two biopsies. Something about an ulcer for one, and then another one. I'm not sure how that deals with the throat-sick, but clearly there's more than I (or Dr. Whackamole or Dr. Howard, the new guy 'cause Dr. W got deployed early) realized.
No, his name isn't Dr. Whackamole. I just remember that it begins with W and has three syllables.
:P
Anyhow, I got Chris to bring the car around to the front (I need to find out how my mom gets my stepdad to do that all the time! ^_^) and pick me up, and then we went home and I went to bed, even though I was well rested when we left. I slept most of the day away and got up a few hours ago, and since I hadn't eaten in about 20 hours, I made grilled cheese and cream of chicken soup for both of us, and some hot green tea for myself (ahhhh), then went upstairs to enjoy mah foodz and watch Countdown and TRMS...though the DVR got messed up so I'm downloading the podcast.
I still feel like going back to bed, but I've been laying down all day...
So I guess I'll go downstairs and catch up on texted tweets on my phone while Chris plays Dynasty Warriors Gundam.
I'm glad to come up and talk, so if you want to chat (and contrary to popular belief, that invitation is for everyone, not just ♥Fizzy♥), you can email me at orbitaldiamonds@gmail.com
But they rolled me into the room, and the staff had all kinds of music and put on classic rock for me (XD) and sprayed this Chloraseptic-like stuff down my throat (which made me gaggy to swallow), and then I was just sitting there with my mind wandering, and then the guy who'd sprayed the Chloraseptic-like stuff got my attention and I was wondering if he'd say it was about to start...but it was finished, and they rolled me into recovery, where I stayed for about forty-five minutes, and Chris was there with me, and a Captain (who said I wouldn't remember him, ha!) offered me ice chips and showed me some of the pictures they took of my insides.
They took two biopsies. Something about an ulcer for one, and then another one. I'm not sure how that deals with the throat-sick, but clearly there's more than I (or Dr. Whackamole or Dr. Howard, the new guy 'cause Dr. W got deployed early) realized.
No, his name isn't Dr. Whackamole. I just remember that it begins with W and has three syllables.
:P
Anyhow, I got Chris to bring the car around to the front (I need to find out how my mom gets my stepdad to do that all the time! ^_^) and pick me up, and then we went home and I went to bed, even though I was well rested when we left. I slept most of the day away and got up a few hours ago, and since I hadn't eaten in about 20 hours, I made grilled cheese and cream of chicken soup for both of us, and some hot green tea for myself (ahhhh), then went upstairs to enjoy mah foodz and watch Countdown and TRMS...though the DVR got messed up so I'm downloading the podcast.
I still feel like going back to bed, but I've been laying down all day...
So I guess I'll go downstairs and catch up on texted tweets on my phone while Chris plays Dynasty Warriors Gundam.
I'm glad to come up and talk, so if you want to chat (and contrary to popular belief, that invitation is for everyone, not just ♥Fizzy♥), you can email me at orbitaldiamonds@gmail.com