A story for any newbies!
I'm 32. Had to have a colonoscopy recently, about 20 years too soon. I have diverticulosis (diagnosed in the ER some months ago with the infection, aka diverticulitis). Due to my age (this normally doesn't happen until people hit 40+ years of age), doc wanted to get in there and take a look to make surgery isn't needed and that everything had healed because I had a small perforation. OK, no biggie except for the bills. Whatever.
I'd read stories on here and heard from others that the prep is the worst part. It is. I was missing one crucial ingredient I hadn't read about or been told about.
I had my Charmin Ultra, tons of reading material and everything I THOUGHT I needed ready to go in the can. In truth, drinking all the prep (laxative) is the worst part. It tastes nasty, even when you have the Crystal Light stuff to offset the nasty taste, and even if you chase it with Sprite.
I'm about 1.5 hours into squirting liquid out my ass like a firehose with little to no warning (which is actually painless) when Mr. Starfish tells me that The Charmin Ultra Bear isn't treating me so nicely anymore. Mr. Starfish, normally pink I assume, was telling me has was seething mad and really red. Like "F*ck you!" red.
No problem!! Lotion to the rescue! **This is a really bad idea.**
After writhing around on the sh*tter for about 5 minutes the pain from the lotion finally subsided enough I could call a coworker/friend (I live alone at the moment). Luckily he wasn't busy, and he made a trip to the store to get me some Vaseline and some baby wipes. Sweet.
During a lull in the sh*tstorm (luckily) he showed up at my door with said Vaseline and baby wipes and I shooed him off. Did you know baby wipes have citric acid as one of the big ingredients? Neither did I... until I tried to soothe Mr. Starfish. The baby wipes were like pouring gas on a fire. Literally.
But now how to now apply the Vaseline if I can't use TP -OR- wipes? Fuggit, I got lots and lots of soap. Mr. Starfish and I came to an agreement: I'd keep him on a steady diet of petroleum jelly for the remainder of the storm. Truce achieved.
MORAL OF THE STORY: If you're doing this for the first time, at minimum have some Vaseline.
Started drinking prep at 4:30pm. First wave hit at 5:40. It went on for almost 5 hours.
And apparently I have a high tolerance for Fentanyl and Versed. I got rolled into the procedure suite and introduced to Nurse Feelgood who called herself "The Bartender." I asked for a stiff Bloody Mary as it was 7:31am. No problem, coming right up. Saw her inject it into the IV. Two minutes later (I'm watching the clock on the wall) I asked if I'm supposed to feel the onset of the drugs. Uh, yes. Here comes dose 2 into the IV and out I go.
Only to be awoken to Mr. Colonoscope going the wrong way on a one-way street. Another dose as Feelgood leans over to administer more Bloody Mary. This happened at least one more time as senor 'Scope went "around the bend" and woke me up.
I came right out of sedation the minute they were done cleaning me up and got wheeled into recovery where I promptly asked the nurses to rip this IV and monitor equipment stuff out of and off of me. Heard the doc and nurse on the other side of the screen say "We couldn't keep him under." Nurse came in and told me we used all the drugs we had prepared for the procedure on you and to ask for Propofol next time.
"Please remain seated while you dress." Cautiously stood up, no ill effects. Got dressed standing up and walked over to meet my buddy who drove me. Little tired, fully understanding what was being said by the doc (I'm GTG, no surgery needed, keep on the high fiber diet, see Mr. 'Scope in 10 years). Walked out of there at 8:15 and got a big greasy breakfast from a diner on the way home. Still took me about an hour to pass out once I got home, but when I passed out it was like a rock for 4 hours.
Vaseline!
I'm 32. Had to have a colonoscopy recently, about 20 years too soon. I have diverticulosis (diagnosed in the ER some months ago with the infection, aka diverticulitis). Due to my age (this normally doesn't happen until people hit 40+ years of age), doc wanted to get in there and take a look to make surgery isn't needed and that everything had healed because I had a small perforation. OK, no biggie except for the bills. Whatever.
I'd read stories on here and heard from others that the prep is the worst part. It is. I was missing one crucial ingredient I hadn't read about or been told about.
I had my Charmin Ultra, tons of reading material and everything I THOUGHT I needed ready to go in the can. In truth, drinking all the prep (laxative) is the worst part. It tastes nasty, even when you have the Crystal Light stuff to offset the nasty taste, and even if you chase it with Sprite.
I'm about 1.5 hours into squirting liquid out my ass like a firehose with little to no warning (which is actually painless) when Mr. Starfish tells me that The Charmin Ultra Bear isn't treating me so nicely anymore. Mr. Starfish, normally pink I assume, was telling me has was seething mad and really red. Like "F*ck you!" red.
No problem!! Lotion to the rescue! **This is a really bad idea.**
After writhing around on the sh*tter for about 5 minutes the pain from the lotion finally subsided enough I could call a coworker/friend (I live alone at the moment). Luckily he wasn't busy, and he made a trip to the store to get me some Vaseline and some baby wipes. Sweet.
During a lull in the sh*tstorm (luckily) he showed up at my door with said Vaseline and baby wipes and I shooed him off. Did you know baby wipes have citric acid as one of the big ingredients? Neither did I... until I tried to soothe Mr. Starfish. The baby wipes were like pouring gas on a fire. Literally.
But now how to now apply the Vaseline if I can't use TP -OR- wipes? Fuggit, I got lots and lots of soap. Mr. Starfish and I came to an agreement: I'd keep him on a steady diet of petroleum jelly for the remainder of the storm. Truce achieved.
MORAL OF THE STORY: If you're doing this for the first time, at minimum have some Vaseline.
Started drinking prep at 4:30pm. First wave hit at 5:40. It went on for almost 5 hours.
And apparently I have a high tolerance for Fentanyl and Versed. I got rolled into the procedure suite and introduced to Nurse Feelgood who called herself "The Bartender." I asked for a stiff Bloody Mary as it was 7:31am. No problem, coming right up. Saw her inject it into the IV. Two minutes later (I'm watching the clock on the wall) I asked if I'm supposed to feel the onset of the drugs. Uh, yes. Here comes dose 2 into the IV and out I go.
Only to be awoken to Mr. Colonoscope going the wrong way on a one-way street. Another dose as Feelgood leans over to administer more Bloody Mary. This happened at least one more time as senor 'Scope went "around the bend" and woke me up.
I came right out of sedation the minute they were done cleaning me up and got wheeled into recovery where I promptly asked the nurses to rip this IV and monitor equipment stuff out of and off of me. Heard the doc and nurse on the other side of the screen say "We couldn't keep him under." Nurse came in and told me we used all the drugs we had prepared for the procedure on you and to ask for Propofol next time.
"Please remain seated while you dress." Cautiously stood up, no ill effects. Got dressed standing up and walked over to meet my buddy who drove me. Little tired, fully understanding what was being said by the doc (I'm GTG, no surgery needed, keep on the high fiber diet, see Mr. 'Scope in 10 years). Walked out of there at 8:15 and got a big greasy breakfast from a diner on the way home. Still took me about an hour to pass out once I got home, but when I passed out it was like a rock for 4 hours.
Vaseline!