Yes, it's taken me a while to get back on here and blog since my "experience" last Friday. Let me preface this by saying that everything is okay. I will meet with the doc soon about some biopsies, but it's all good and "normal".
What is not NORMAL is the whole process! Good Lord! I think it took me so long to post because I was speechless. Quite frankly, that was the most horrible 6 hours ever! People told me "oh, the prep is bad, but it's fine. You'll forget about it". uhhhhh.....noooooo I won't. Ever. Ever. I cannot believe how terrible that prep drink is. Seriously. I thought it would help by adding a packet of crystal light lemonade. I. will.never.drink.crystal.light.lemonade.again. Ever. It made it worse. Horrible. Have I said it was bad? I refrigerated it and drank it through a straw. Did not help. Directions were to drink 8 oz every 15 minutes until the bottle was done, then wait a half hour and to drink another bottle...8 oz every 15 minutes. Each bottle held 32 oz. If I followed their directions, I should have been done by 8pm. Let me just say, that after 45 minutes, I had to sit on the toilet and try to finish this crap and crap. It was horrible! sitting and drinking. Finally, finished the first bottle. Get the next bottle, no crystal light, but I stared at this bottle for a while. Sweating, swearing, staring...staring more. NOT drinking, or sipping. Road block. Paul following me around the house.."chug it already". I thought I might punch him in the throat. I can't wait till he has to do this. (by that time, I will have to do it again...) Thought I was going to die. Starting messaging a friend that has done this several times, (I have named her CoCo, colon coach), telling her "I can't do this", "why is this so terrible", "why the HELL can't they make this taste better"??? She kept on me but I did not finish the drink until 9pm and about 8 oz short, but seriously, I was cleared out!...an hour behind (no pun intended). The fun did not end there...it "went" until after midnight. yup and then slept on and off (hehe..pun) until morning...on TOP of the covers...on the EDGE of the bed. Literally drank and sat..no one told me it would be THAT bad! Ask me..I will be honest.
My dad took me to the hospital Friday morning, dropped me then more waiting on the bed with a gown. I remember telling the anesthesiologist "make sure I am TOTALLY out, I am very anxious"..next, I woke up looking at a male nurse who gave me ice chips. I love him. THE best ice chips I have ever had.
