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they was inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no part untouched.

Alice’s Restaurant, Arlo

This morning I survived what my doc called a “spike”: an endoscopy peeking down one end; a colonoscopy peeking up the other. Conclusion: nothing much to worry about.

Except for failing to drink more than half as much water as they instructed me to do, yesterday’s preparations weren’t quite as bad as had been forewarned. Maybe it helps that I prefer feeling that empty and cleared out. Perhaps I could practice getting prepared on a weekly basis, to make it even easier on me next time I need to get spiked.

I considered swallowing a penny or some other knickknack to give them something fun to stare at. But since I have trouble enough swallowing the smallest of pills, that scheme had to remain just a pleasant fantasy. Did get away with following the instructions to the letter, though, thereby giving me a free pass from having to swallow this morning’s BP meds.

Although I surely wouldn’t want to go through a spike without getting knocked out, I still don’t like what general anesthesia does to me. During petit mal seizures – heck, even during a grand mal seizure – I can sense that I had some form of consciousness during the event, like knowing upon waking that I dreamt during my sleep. In contrast, anesthesia always feels like nothing but a big hole. Empty. I don’t like how it feels, and it always feels difficult pulling myself back up.

That said, I recall nothing between when the nurse tapped at the IV in my hand, telling me it would sting a little at first when the anesthetic started flowing (I went out like a light without feeling that sting) and some foggy, vage awareness that I was back in my own bed back at the house. Susan, graciously serving as my designated driver, would have to fill in the record about the circus I apparently threw after they finished spiking me.

And of course they took snapshots. I look cute inside, if I do say so myself.

//] - specimen

Written by macheide

17 November 2008 at 12:00 pm

Posted in specimen


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