Done! (well, sort of!)

I survived yesterday (longest day of my life, I"m sure!) with all the hunger, light-headedness and general nastiness that goes along with colonoscopy prep (I liked the comment asking if everything had come out all right -- and the answer is yes, EVERYTHING did), and headed to the hospital this morning at 5:45. It's the same place my little Mason was born nearly 2 years ago, and now as then, it was the most positive experience possible (at least under the circumstances!). They must only employ the nicest people -- or at least it sure seems that way. Anyhow, once you get to that point in the colonoscopy process, it's a breeze.

I was in bed, IV'd up and ready for action by 6:30 when the doctor breezed in, making his usual butt jokes. (I figure that when colonoscopies are your bread and butter, it must be a requirement to have lots of butt jokes on hand 'cause he sure does -- but I like him and I even like his cheesy jokes). He wheeled my bed down to the room himself (there's service -- the doc himself pushing your bed!) and after that, it was lights out and naptime for me.

The up-side is that it's done -- the down-side is that (dang it!) they found another polyp so this experience will be repeated again in a year. Sigh. But this time the polyp is different than last year's -- it was much smaller and seemingly of a different variety, less worrisome, I think. Last year he made a point of having me come to his office and was very clear in his instructions that I schedule Round 2 in a year, as well as insisting that I notify my siblings to get tested as well. None of that this time around. I am supposed to call to get the lab results next week.

So for now, smooth sailing! At least I have a year off. And I keep telling myself that it's better than the alternative.