Then the second week came, it was one full of appointments. I had the nurse on Monday, the doctor on Tuesday, a trip to a clinic in Toronto for a second opinion on Wednesday and on Thursday I had to prepare for a colonoscopy. Drinking huge amounts of foul-tasting 'flavoured' liquid only to later expel huge amounts of foul-smelling liquid. I wondered at the idea of giving someone who moves very slowly, the runs. But it did what it was supposed to do.
Friday I went for the test. I arrived and they agreed to let Joe in with me to help. Soon, I was laying on a bed in the hallway, trying to relax for a test that I was scared of. I'd never had one before. I spent time thinking again about the last few days, the retirement, the people, the time, everything. Then suddenly they were there taking me into the examination room. I met my doctor for the first time and he told me that he'd be gentle. I was shown a huge video monitor. I was told that I could watch the procedure if I wanted.
The camera was turned on. I saw the floor and the doctors feet and legs. Then it was brought up and closed in. I thought "what's that" before realizing with a shock that I was seeing my bumhole. Really up close. Huge on the screen. It looked like it wanted a cookie.
That's life for me.
One day a beautiful day.
The next day.
My butt on the screen.
I am always brought to earth, quickly, my feet walk firmly on the ground.
(ps. I am fine, I'm just getting check-ups, the colonoscopy was good)
That's life -the good parts and the other stuff. Glad you are taking good care of yourself, even though some parts of self care are less than pleasant.
If you had to have the colonoscopy done, better sooner than later. Get it out of the way. You are being practical. The results of the exam will determine how long the reprieve before the next time your doctor nags you to take the next one. I speak from experience.
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