i arrived in a floppy state, tired, weak, exhausted really. poor mum she was more nervous than i. we arrived 15 minutes early, i sat and waited, was called into a small office, then went over my health problems. i was asked did i want sedation or not? on the letter the dr requested sedation, im not a big fan, not that ive ever had it before, i just thought having it would prolong the recovery process. usually i would of just agreed because the dr had asked for it. pretty proud of myself in a foggy state of mind i asked could i try without, then if i couldnt tolerate, then i would have it.
i was wheeled round to the recovery room, arghhh. no-one with me, on my lonesome. i have to admit this was the worse part! a few ladies were reclining on their beds after just having the procedures, worse case scenario for me. i just shut my eyes with tiredness until a little nurse asked me to undress, provided a gown. i didnt seem my usual anxious self, funny really, no panic attacks which i thought would of happened.
i was then wheeled round on the bed, into a small room. was told i could look at the television screen of my bowel! should i dare? mmmmmm. i admit the procedure was a little painful, i had a few ouches, which is unlike me to show my displeasure out loud, although not to loud. looked at the screen, then looked away i really didnt want to see. gas was pumped into me which was painful too, but tolerable. then it was over.
thank goodness i didnt have sedation. when i was wheeled out back to recovery, i promptly asked if i could use the loo, i would get dressed first i told the polite little nurse. that way i thought i could escape afterwards. there a lady opposite who had an oxygen mask on, another on had to have an injection to wake her up, anothers blood pressure had dropped low and had to be brought back in. and a lady at my side, a very tough lady with a number of very pretty coloured tattoos said to the nurse she was very nervous about having the procedure that i had just had.
dressed, been to the loo, i asked if i could be wheeled to the room with biscuits and tea, the room before you can go home. i was told yes!!!! was given a milky cup of tea, which i drank with pleasure and a packet of three bourbons which a chomped on. really unlike me because when im suffering with anxiety i cant eat, being on my own would also send me crazy with nerves. 10 minutes later i got my reports and was on my way home. thank you,thank you,thank you. im pretty sure my nan helped me up there in the sky beyond.
on the way home, went into marks&sparks, got a big cuppa, and some salty crisps. i had craved crisps the whole day.
as usual, or sometimes not so usual,(you can never tell with anxiety) it went fine.
have a skin tag. and the dr thinks a slow emptying bowel, which didnt surprise me as the prof thinks that too.