that's where i got trapped for an extra hour because the patient before me had complications. i think she didn't complete her bowel prep and made a mess and then she had problems with the anesthesia with vomiting or so.
i was getting scared.....
my doc popped in saying that he apologized for having blood shot eyes this morning because he went out drinking too late last night.....

i love my CRS.....
he left and then two other nurses came to get me and they took me to the PURPLE OR! they color code their ORs so it was nice that I got PURPLE. it reminded me of Prince's Purple Rain, Teletubbies TinkieWinkie, and well, PURPLE can be so gay!
:D
so there were like 8 people in the OR waiting for me..... :shock:
the anesthesiologist, whose name was Gloria, asked me to take off my first robe. and then lay on the OR table. :pale:
i was like shit....i wanted to almost run out of there...it was getting to be a bit too much for me....where was my valium????
anyway, i got on the table. then i got my IV started. but no VERSED yet. then i got a finger pulse thingy. and then i got some EKG electrodes stuck on me. then i was asked to turn on my side......
everyone was looking at my ass i am sure!
then i got a little oxygen thingy to put under my nose. and then Gloria asked me if I could feel the VERSED and in a few seconds, i did. it was like almost being on a waterbed....something soothing yet something wavy and elevating.
and pretty soon, without knowing exactly when, i went to la-la land......
****
later i woke up in another room in my bed without IV. and when i woke up, it was like i had a good night's rest and as if i never took any drugs. i was clear. i was conscious.
and then i started to cry.
i cried and i cried. tears of happiness. tears of joy that i made it through. and that i was okay. the nurse asked me if i was okay and i just told her that i was crying because i was happy.
the doctor just walked by and waved and said that everything looked normal.
****
no polyps to be found.
no diagnosis of IBS or anything else.
no hemmys that need cutting off.
no out of control HPV.
no cancer.
just a nice healthy colon!
:cheer:
and he told my other half that the fissure will do well on its own. no LIS needed and that i need to stop worrying....
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but i am just a worrier!!!!!
yes i need to stop worrying.....
i wish i could go car shopping and buy myself a nice new blue acura TSX or a glacier blue honda CRV with navi, or a nice new VW passat wagon 2.0T package 2, or a 4 dr VW GTI with navi or an audi A3.
i want them all.....
i feel after being thru all this, i deserve a new car.....

but really, i am just thankful that God was with me all through this...i could feel it. even when i was really worried and stressed out when i walked into that OR. it was magical that the anesthesiologist's name was Gloria. i found so much comfort in that.......
hugs to all,
gareth
ps i could do the bowel prep every weekend. it really wasn't the worst part at all. the worst part was walking into the OR not really knowing anything.
but now that i know, i would be happy to do it all over again if it meant that i got the same results.....
on to healing my fissure now......
