The prep was most definitely the worst part: not really the effects of it because I don’t think, after a bad bout of diarrhoea during the early hours of Sunday, there was much to get flushed out; but the prep drink tasted like the winning brew in a demon’s competition.
I found it impossible to drink the volume of prep + extra fluid in the time given, but gagged on as best I could.
Yesterday morning my friend was due to take me to a smaller hospital some miles outside Leeds. I missed an NHS call and prayed that it wasn’t to tell me the snow meant it was cancelled. Fortunately it was just to desperately ask if I could come to a much closer city centre hospital instead. It suited me fine, and helped them with staffing problems. I was treated like the golden patient when I arrived!
I decided to take the gas and air route for pain relief and it was good enough. The whole procedure was not as bad as I feared, and I quite enjoyed watching a journey through my innards. I apologised for what I thought were watermelon seeds ( I ate a whole one on Sunday - perfect for a dry mouth) but the nurse specialist explained the brown bits on my bowel lining were diverticula and a couple of the floaters were seeds.
I explained my mother had a colostomy as a result of diverticulitis so the nurse showed me small reddened parts which were beginning to develop into diverticula.
No polyps, some biopsies taken “because of weight loss” and I was given a copy of the report with a bonus four photos of my innards.
The only problem was being forced to wait longer in recovery until my blood pressure went up. I did a lot of whining about it always being low. Two large cups of water, and a small cuff brought me up to 99/58 at which they relented.
I expected to feel very hungry - I certainly had the day before when I wasn’t allowed to eat after 9am, but spent the rest of yesterday half sleeping and dry heaving after eating half an egg sandwich. In hindsight this might have been the after effects of the entonox.
That’s all folks! x