My throat is KILLING me. OMG...last endoscopy, it was just a mild irritating feel. THIS one is horrible. He said it was from shoving the breathing tube in there along with the probe. Well isn't that nice? NOT. It HURTS. Flat out raw. Yuck!Well...it's almost 2:30 and I am still awake. In 3 hours...off I go to the hospital to have the endoscopy and colonoscopy. Whoopee. I will NOT do this again. This is the 3rd time..and final time. Starving, can't sleep because they won't allow me to take my meds..pain pill for the RA I deal with all damn day and take ONE at night just to sleep painfree; no ropinerole for my restless legs so they are keeping me from sleeping too; shitting clear water now but still making me run to the bathroom. This SUCKS.
I am to be there at 6am. Procedure will take place around 7:30.
I've walked up and down the alley in my robe just to try to ease my damn legs. I try not to think of food at all. I haven't eaten a solid meal since Wednesday at 5pm. All day Wednesday, it was broth soup, hot tea, water, one bowl of lime jello...and that horrible stuff they make you drink. I'm too old for this shit.
Now I am trying to pass the time until my phone charges up so I can sit there and be zombie playing a damn game since I can't do anything else. Oh, and they said NO SMOKING. I told them to kiss my ass. I'm having my cig whenever I fucking feel like it even up to the time I walk in the hospital waiting room. And I will. Fuck this shit. Did I tell you I will NEVER do this again? Ever. NEVER.
Fuck.
Come on Gracie. Tell us how you REALLY feel.But after having both procedures done (at the same time) a couple of months ago, I can really REALLY sympathize. I presume that it is all over now and you've had breakfast and possibly are getting some sleep.
No breakfast. Can't swallow anything past that lake of fire called a throat. I did slide down in itty bitty pieces a poached egg.
Blood pressure was 213/86 and the nurses were having a cow about it. I said thats normal for me and of course it would be that high STARVING TO DEATH and SITTING ON A TOILET and NO SLEEP FOR 24 hours. DUH!!!! Its called STRESS. Oy!!!!
Anyway....I'm alive, home and now await results.