Greetings my friends.
I have survived. Considering the procedure and everything that goes with it, the whole thing went very well. I just wish all medical procedures could be as pleasant (that may not be the right word) and free of mishugas (sp) as this one.
I went to a floor on an old (probably from the 20s or 30s) building on lower Broadway (waaaaaaay downtown) and after walking past the building because the address is not prominent everything else went fine. From the people at the reception desk to the doers of the procedure, all were friendly and informative and very concerned that I understood what was happening. I went in for the actual oscopy around 11:30am and came out to meet Anthony at 1pm. I would have been out sooner but apparently the propofol (seriously, it says that on my chart) they used to knock me out did the job big time and I didn't wake up as soon as they thought I would. They didn't "wake me up" but they told me after I was lucid, and they told Anthony that I was under quite a while. Between the drug and the fact that I didn't sleep well the past two nights (from HUNGER) I'm not surpised that I stayed under a bit longer than usual. Everything checked out OK though there were a couple of polyps (Nothing out of the ordinary and benign. I had a couple 4 years ago also) and I have mild diverticulitis pockets so it's good that I've been seeding our cucumbers. I don't see the tomatoes though I may begin doing that. I will also have to begin taking a fiber supplement. I eat a high fiber diet anyway but the doctor said a supplement wouldn't hurt. After the procedure we took the subway back to 16th Street. Instead of Chat and Chew Anthony and I went to the Good Stuff Diner where Lar, Amy, Jose and I (was there someone else, I forget) had breakfast when Amy was in town at the beginning of the Mercer documentary. I had a turkey burger (no cheese, I'm trying to lower my cholesterol) and some excellent cole slaw. Anthony had a California wrap, with chicken and a portobello mushroom. It tasted great after being without food for so long. I don't think I could ever fast for real. I just get too tired and cranky. One meal a day? Not for this growing boy!!!
I came home and took a nap and woke up about 4:30. I feel much better having food in my stomach and knowing it's all over.
Anyway, thanks for the good thoughts and wishes. I will return to my place of employment tomorrow and finish up all that needs finishing before my last day at work on November 25.