What the poop



Day 2: 5.3.17

Just kidding I was wrong. I had my first colonoscopy on 5.4.17. Day 2 was more tests and just the prepping part. I'll spare the details.

Day 3: 5.4.17

Ian and David stayed with me all day until I went down for the colonoscopy. I remember not being scared. I remember just wanting so badly to know what was happening. I remember the very real pain right before I went under.

After the exam I slept...for most of the afternoon. A doctor came and saw me that evening. He was hesitant. That made me nervous. He went on to tell me that they found "a growth" in my colon and that they took a biopsy to figure out more. He told me not to worry. Riiiight. The first time cancer even crossed my mind was that first day in the ER. Within the first 8 hours before I even got a room, I just knew it wasn't good. For some reason (God and faith), I was at peace. I knew that whatever happened I'd be protected. Anyways, he continued and said it might not be anything harmful and that they wanted to release me. At this point, I was still in so much pain. More pain than before I came to the hospital. I said no. I was not going home while I felt like I was being stabbed. Apparently, he did not know that I was still in pain after the colonoscopy. He told me that it was very strange that I was still in pain esp. while on medication. Turns out they nicked me during the colonoscopy. Don't freak out if you're going to get one, this doesn't often happen, however it can and did in my case. I did not want to stay, but I knew I couldn't leave and now he did too.


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