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good news and bad news
Sep. 16th, 2004 01:05 pmWARNING: if you are sqeamish or easily grossed out, don't read this. it's probably tmi. but since i've been keeping my distress under wraps for a few months, i just need to type this now that it's over. mostly.
Good news: I don't have colon cancer. or polyps. or any other visible colon problems.
Bad news: I had to be anally violated with a flexible tube this morning in order to get the good news. (as i told Rob at dinner the other night - some person i don't know is going to stick a camera up my butt and have a look around)
Worse news: while the scope deal was definitely not fun, it was nothing compared to the preparation i had to go through last night in order to make my insides all nice and clean for the strange man who was going to go in through the out door. I wouldn't wish that experience on anyone (except my former boss. i sort of hope she has to have several of them done.)
Worst news: i still don't have a good answer as to why i've been experiencing extreme abdominal discomfort and weirdness for the last 3 months or so. they want me to take fiber pills now. goodie.
in other good news/bad news news:
good news: since i had to have the day off today for my violation, we scheduled the computer man to come in and work on my computer this afternoon.
bad news: they aren't sending vladimir this time. instead i'm getting some dude named michael. he just called to say he's on the way over. hopefully i don't say or do anything embarrassing while he's here (the demarol or whatever it was they pumped into my veins has left me slightly loopy. i take no responsibility for the content of this post and might end up deleting it later today when i'm fully coherent again.)
jeff kept laughing at me on the way home from the hospital because he told me i kept telling him the same thing or asking the same question over and over again. ha. ha. hilarious. supposedly the meds they gave me cause amnesia. i still remember the beginning of the procedure, though. i didn't like it.
and the nurse made me cry by accident. she had to tell me all about how it was going to go and what they'd do and everything and i just started crying right in the middle of the speech. she thought i was crying because i was scared of the procedure. what she didn't understand was that i was crying because i was scared of what they might find.
but they didn't find anything, so now i'm going to take some fiber pills and see if my body decides to stop torturing me so much.
Good news: I don't have colon cancer. or polyps. or any other visible colon problems.
Bad news: I had to be anally violated with a flexible tube this morning in order to get the good news. (as i told Rob at dinner the other night - some person i don't know is going to stick a camera up my butt and have a look around)
Worse news: while the scope deal was definitely not fun, it was nothing compared to the preparation i had to go through last night in order to make my insides all nice and clean for the strange man who was going to go in through the out door. I wouldn't wish that experience on anyone (except my former boss. i sort of hope she has to have several of them done.)
Worst news: i still don't have a good answer as to why i've been experiencing extreme abdominal discomfort and weirdness for the last 3 months or so. they want me to take fiber pills now. goodie.
in other good news/bad news news:
good news: since i had to have the day off today for my violation, we scheduled the computer man to come in and work on my computer this afternoon.
bad news: they aren't sending vladimir this time. instead i'm getting some dude named michael. he just called to say he's on the way over. hopefully i don't say or do anything embarrassing while he's here (the demarol or whatever it was they pumped into my veins has left me slightly loopy. i take no responsibility for the content of this post and might end up deleting it later today when i'm fully coherent again.)
jeff kept laughing at me on the way home from the hospital because he told me i kept telling him the same thing or asking the same question over and over again. ha. ha. hilarious. supposedly the meds they gave me cause amnesia. i still remember the beginning of the procedure, though. i didn't like it.
and the nurse made me cry by accident. she had to tell me all about how it was going to go and what they'd do and everything and i just started crying right in the middle of the speech. she thought i was crying because i was scared of the procedure. what she didn't understand was that i was crying because i was scared of what they might find.
but they didn't find anything, so now i'm going to take some fiber pills and see if my body decides to stop torturing me so much.
