Due to some medical issues, it is time to remove the baby making factory. But in order to get to that point, a colonoscopy was a necessity. I cringed when the doctor told me this. I nervously laughed and asked if there was some way around it. And there isn't, so it was placed on my calendar. An ominous day in the near future.
I had to go to the pharmacy to fill the prescription for the horrible tasting drink mix that would flush everything out. I put it off as long as I could, but then the Friday before the big day I finally went and picked up the Gallon jug. I placed it in the back of my pantry and went on as if it wasn't there.
Hubby was taking the day off so that he could be with me and watch my daughter. I fretted over this procedure. I prayed hard that all would go well that the results would be good. I didn't talk about it much, not even with my husband. Part of me was afraid, part of me was embarrassed. But I knew it needed to be done and I knew all of the horror stories. Even the pharmacist wasn't sugar coating how terrible the mix would taste.
I bought the large thing of Sprite. Cringing because I don't drink soft drinks, and thinking of my poor kidney that would be exposed to this awful carbonated drink, but know it was the only way I could do this.
The day of dawns and I sigh over the coffee that I so desperately want, but can only have black. I choose a coco mix instead. Then my husband comes home and says that he will cook his own breakfast since it isn't fair that I can't eat. He also makes a chicken soup for him and the kids. I can drink the chicken broth, so I am thankful for his thoughtfulness. I make it through most of the morning. I have decided to add the Slim and Sassy essential oil to my water. It helps with appetite control and though I know this isn't the proper way to use it, I need help.
A trip to the grocery store proves far more difficult than I anticipated. Oh there are the pringles, should I get my little girl a candy bar? I rushed through there as fast as I could. I have a buggy with Sprite, milk, eggs, bananas, jalapenos, carrots, and food coloring. Once at home it is lunch time for my daughter. This was also challenging because she really wanted to share with me. I stayed strong and drank my chicken broth.
The rest of the afternoon passed by easy enough. Time to take my son to therapy and my daughter has a bag of Fritos that she insisted on taking with us. My son usually eats yogurt, so this too is in my bag. I am watching all the kids buy snacks from the receptionist at therapy. I am cringing each time I get a whiff of Cheetos and chocolate. As if this wasn't bad enough someone brought cupcakes to celebrate a birthday so kids are walking around with chocolate cupcakes with pretty blue icing. I catch myself praying my son eats his before coming out, but he didn't. It comes with us in our tiny car filling the tiny space with chocolate yummy smells.
I made it home without so much as one lick off of that cupcake. Talk about massive willpower! Hubby is in charge of supper for the kids and I stay out of the kitchen. I sit down with them to drink my chicken broth.
It is now time to drink the horrible mix. It was every bit as horrible tasting as anyone has ever described it. What it does to your body is equally disgusting and frustrating. But once you have mastered the drinking every 15 minutes while you stand outside of the bathroom that you have reserved for your use only, it settles into a grossly competent routine.
By the time the worst of the ordeal was over, I was ready for a shower. This seemed to be a message for my body to push more of that mess out. I was successful and felt much better. But the ugliness continued into the night. Bringing me out of a deep sleep more than once.
I have a 7 a.m. appointment. My daughter is whisked away to a babysitter, but my son is coming with us. I am now fervently praying for my well being and my husband's calm. I am nervous because the place isn't opened on time. This drives my husband to a Taco Bell so him and my son can eat breakfast burritos in the van while I watch. Being the mommy and wife that I am, I saw no reason why they should wait for me to be in the procedure. Besides it's willpower right?
Once we are there we learn that I am second and the process of getting the procedure done begins. Before I even have much time to process the morning the staff and my husband and son I am whisked away to the back.
Nervousness washes over me because the Nurse is in such a hurry. I am thinking to myself "What if they screw this up?" "What if something really does go wrong?" They take my glasses as soon as I get back there, this leaves me blind, adding to my nervousness. An I.V. and Oxygen are given to me. No more than 15 minutes after climbing onto that bed, and they are knocking me out.
I wake up in recovery and I feel no pain, I am alert, the nurse is nice. They tell me to pass gas a lot or my stomach will hurt. They also explain that because I haven't eaten it is clean gas. My son loved it! He thought I was the funniest mom ever. I was worried because they told me the sedative would cause me amnesia, but so far I remember everything.
We took my son to school and came home and I ate and slept most of the day. I had a headache from not drinking enough water and not eating. I went to bed and woke up the next day feeling much better.
Finally be you all of one mind. Have compassion one of another, love as brothers and sisters. Be tenderhearted and courteous 1 Peter 3:8
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