Yeah I said it. Read on you old fucks. It's gross but just stick with me.
I'm a good bit away from 50, which is the age you're supposed to start colon cancer screening. Unfortunately, I saw some blood in the bowl and lost it. Went to doc expecting to get a "don't worry about it" and did get some reassurances but also got told "we are going to check it out anyway because cancer can happen younger and this may be the only warning you get."
Well fuck.
Set up the appointment. Did the prep the day before. No eating anything except chicken broth and then 2 16 oz cups of the "prep" juice... called "suprep". Gross but manageable. Blew my guts out for 8 hours and went to bed, feeling oddly good. People do "cleanses" for fun so I guess I understand that now. Felt healthier.
Went to colonoscopy place. Nervous because while most people are just doing it for a checkup, I actually have a symptom (the blood) so I'm pretty jazzed up with anxiety. People all cool. Get an IV line, get in hospital johnny. Wait a bit then get rolled in.
Never been knocked out before so a new experience. They use propofol now instead of the heavy shit that goofed you up for a week in the old days- propofol is the shit that killed Michael Jackson. I joked a bit with the anesthesiologist about that and he said you only die if you're an idiot using it every day to sleep. Said I'll come out of it and feel basically normal very quickly. No real recovery.
Starts the line line and says "tell me when you taste it, that means it's hitting". In seconds I say, "I taste it" and start singing "Daisy, daisy, give me your answer do" hoping he's seen 2001 a Space Oddessey and will think it's funny. No idea if he did, I was fuckin out.
Had a nice dream I can't remember (buddy of mine said "nice dream huh? Was it about getting fucked in the ass?" That's what I get for sharing) and thought I was home in bed. Dude shakes me and goes, "hey we're done. Doc will be over in a minute but I can tell you we didn't find anything. You're good."
Felt great. Went back to busting balls with the staff as I got dressed. Sat down for a few with the doc who confirmed all good. Got walked out to car, wife drove me home.
That's it guys. It was all a big nothing, both in terms of health but also in terms of test. Fuckin walk in the park. People make it out to be waaaaaaaaaayyyy worse than it is. Not a big deal at all. And now I'm done for 10 years.
The point of this post? Go get your shitters checked. So not a big deal. If they find polyps, they take em out and that's that. You buy yourself 10 years protection from the #2 cancer killer in the world. Don't let apprehension about the test keep you from going. Trust me. It is nothing.
I'm a good bit away from 50, which is the age you're supposed to start colon cancer screening. Unfortunately, I saw some blood in the bowl and lost it. Went to doc expecting to get a "don't worry about it" and did get some reassurances but also got told "we are going to check it out anyway because cancer can happen younger and this may be the only warning you get."
Well fuck.
Set up the appointment. Did the prep the day before. No eating anything except chicken broth and then 2 16 oz cups of the "prep" juice... called "suprep". Gross but manageable. Blew my guts out for 8 hours and went to bed, feeling oddly good. People do "cleanses" for fun so I guess I understand that now. Felt healthier.
Went to colonoscopy place. Nervous because while most people are just doing it for a checkup, I actually have a symptom (the blood) so I'm pretty jazzed up with anxiety. People all cool. Get an IV line, get in hospital johnny. Wait a bit then get rolled in.
Never been knocked out before so a new experience. They use propofol now instead of the heavy shit that goofed you up for a week in the old days- propofol is the shit that killed Michael Jackson. I joked a bit with the anesthesiologist about that and he said you only die if you're an idiot using it every day to sleep. Said I'll come out of it and feel basically normal very quickly. No real recovery.
Starts the line line and says "tell me when you taste it, that means it's hitting". In seconds I say, "I taste it" and start singing "Daisy, daisy, give me your answer do" hoping he's seen 2001 a Space Oddessey and will think it's funny. No idea if he did, I was fuckin out.
Had a nice dream I can't remember (buddy of mine said "nice dream huh? Was it about getting fucked in the ass?" That's what I get for sharing) and thought I was home in bed. Dude shakes me and goes, "hey we're done. Doc will be over in a minute but I can tell you we didn't find anything. You're good."
Felt great. Went back to busting balls with the staff as I got dressed. Sat down for a few with the doc who confirmed all good. Got walked out to car, wife drove me home.
That's it guys. It was all a big nothing, both in terms of health but also in terms of test. Fuckin walk in the park. People make it out to be waaaaaaaaaayyyy worse than it is. Not a big deal at all. And now I'm done for 10 years.
The point of this post? Go get your shitters checked. So not a big deal. If they find polyps, they take em out and that's that. You buy yourself 10 years protection from the #2 cancer killer in the world. Don't let apprehension about the test keep you from going. Trust me. It is nothing.
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