TMI?
I had my Endoscopy yesterday. YUCK. That was not nice at all, not that I was expecting it to be, but it was really horrible.
I hate having an IV. The drugs to 'relax' you are just fucking awful. They don't relax, they just give you less control of your body. I hate that feeling. The surgeon had me count backwards from a 100. I get to about 80, and he tells me to slow down, "some of us can't count that high", or some shit like that. WTF. Ok, I realize the need for a Dr to try and break the ice with a joke, but that? So NOT funny, and he better have been joking. And aren't you supposed to like not reach 1? Yeah well I did. Must be my stubborn streak.
We're almost finished (I think - me trying to pay attention to the timing) when I get that feeling. Where it's not just uncomfortable but somethings wrong, or going to go wrong. It starts to hurt. Like, pinching. I remember the warning/consent you have to sign that says (while rare) there is a chance the tube can puncture something. And in that case the ONLY way to repair it is by surgery. So I'm freaking a little. I mean I can't talk with a tube down my throat (to say that it hurts). In the end they had someone hold me down through the rest of the procedure. Yes, so that helps me to remain 'calm'.
I get myself out of recovery asap, about 1/2 an hour. At this point I just want out and to forget everything. No such luck. The damn drugs are nasty. For the next 8 hours I'm naseous, dizzy, weak and I can't sleep it off because even though my body is exhausted my mind won't stop. The first 4 hours I can't stop throwing up. Not that there is much to actually throw-up. Dry heaving is so much fun. Nothing stays down, not even a little water. I really need to eat at this point (I'm starting to shake), but I can't.
So all in all fucking horrible day. Oh and to top it all off I get my period. I get my period 21 days early! My mom thinks it's stress. Not fair for a Friday. My throats a little sore, but I'm ok now. I'v got an ultrasound on Monday, then I get to discuss the results from everything on Thursday. I hope they find something, and then again I hope they don't.
I hate having an IV. The drugs to 'relax' you are just fucking awful. They don't relax, they just give you less control of your body. I hate that feeling. The surgeon had me count backwards from a 100. I get to about 80, and he tells me to slow down, "some of us can't count that high", or some shit like that. WTF. Ok, I realize the need for a Dr to try and break the ice with a joke, but that? So NOT funny, and he better have been joking. And aren't you supposed to like not reach 1? Yeah well I did. Must be my stubborn streak.
We're almost finished (I think - me trying to pay attention to the timing) when I get that feeling. Where it's not just uncomfortable but somethings wrong, or going to go wrong. It starts to hurt. Like, pinching. I remember the warning/consent you have to sign that says (while rare) there is a chance the tube can puncture something. And in that case the ONLY way to repair it is by surgery. So I'm freaking a little. I mean I can't talk with a tube down my throat (to say that it hurts). In the end they had someone hold me down through the rest of the procedure. Yes, so that helps me to remain 'calm'.
I get myself out of recovery asap, about 1/2 an hour. At this point I just want out and to forget everything. No such luck. The damn drugs are nasty. For the next 8 hours I'm naseous, dizzy, weak and I can't sleep it off because even though my body is exhausted my mind won't stop. The first 4 hours I can't stop throwing up. Not that there is much to actually throw-up. Dry heaving is so much fun. Nothing stays down, not even a little water. I really need to eat at this point (I'm starting to shake), but I can't.
So all in all fucking horrible day. Oh and to top it all off I get my period. I get my period 21 days early! My mom thinks it's stress. Not fair for a Friday. My throats a little sore, but I'm ok now. I'v got an ultrasound on Monday, then I get to discuss the results from everything on Thursday. I hope they find something, and then again I hope they don't.