Double battle wounds for Suz.
Double battle wounds for Suz.
Well, I’d put off my colonoscopy as long as I possibly could. My Dr. was not having any more of my shenanigans, so I finally went to see a suggested gastrologist. I chose a female Dr; I always choose a woman if the circumstances are involving any (or near) my lady parts. Call me crazy, but I’m more comfortable with someone who has similar parts as I do
The pre-op exam was good, the Dr. was pleasant. I was able to schedule my appointment within a week and there was no turning back now. I was given a RX for the prep part. This is a newer one that is being used and I was kind of the guinea pig for my Dr.
It was all straight forward. I was scheduled for Tuesday morning, so I began my fasting on Monday morning and had the clenpiq at 2pm and 8pm along with tons of water, juice, tea, flavored water, ginger ale, jello and ice pops. The jello and Ice pops were lifesavers and I almost felt like I was having food. Almost.
I stayed home all day. (you’ll be very friendly with your commode!) I did a lot of busy stuff to keep my mind off food for most of the day and then I watched some TV later on. At one point I saw a dog food commercial and I thought: “wow, I bet that tastes good”
I did survive. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be. I’m the type of person whose personality changes (and not for the better) when I’m hungry. I become cranky and lash out at anyone and everyone.
I’d never make it as a homeless person.
The morning of Coach drove me to the appointment. I’d already placed my order with him for an egg sandwich and coffee from Einsteins when he picked me up.
While in the reception area, I used the ladies room one more time to empty my bladder, even though I’d not had any liquids since 11 the night before.
Then, the nurse/assistant calls me into the pre-op area. Carlos looks over my chart and asks if I’m still having my menstrual cycle or if I’m in menopause. Sadly, I’m still dealing with it. He then said, “Oh, you’ll have to give me some urine for a pregnancy test.”
I kind of made a face and said, I might NOT be able to since I just emptied my bladder.
He said he needed only a few drops and for me to just try.
As I’m shutting the door to the restroom I hear another nurse say to him: “Well if someone is having anesthesia, they should ALWAYS know to have a pregnancy test, it goes without saying!”
I was PISSED!!
HOW DARE SHE? Doesn’t she know I’m hangry!
I’m tired and I’m not thinking about possibly being pregnant at 51!
I was able to produce a small amount, I walked out and handed it to my nurse Carlos and was ready to let the other lady have it, but she was with a patient and I held it in.
As Carlos is taking my blood pressure and my pulse, he asks if I’m nervous because the darn machine was losing it’s mind. I told him, I wasn’t nervous, but I was PISSED at the other nurse because I heard what she said while I was in the bathroom.
He assured me that she wasn’t complaining about me, but she was angry with the receptionist who checked me in, it was her responsibility to let me know I’d need to have a pregnancy test.
Within a minute my heart rate and blood pressure went down and the machine didn’t sound like a carnival on Saturday night.
Carlos finished all his questions and next was the Nurse anesthetist; he had a hundred questions for me as well, then he told me to open my mouth as wide as I could.
Me: “This is my first time but I don’t think this is how you do it”
I thought he was going to wet his pants.
He then proceeded to tell me I have the biggest set of tonsils he’s seen in a long time. He said I had a really nice pair.
Me: “Well, thank you.”
You gotta take compliments wherever you can get them.
I felt fine the rest of the day and everything I ate tasted just a little bit better after not eating for 36 hours. That was a record for me.
|Quite possibly the best-tasting Sammy ever.|
I don’t have to do this again until I’m 60, but you know I’ll try to put it off as long as possible.
The Coach and I were discussing a large purchase the other night and he said: “let’s just do it, we don’t know how much time we have left.”
Me: “Oh, I know exactly how much time YOU have left.”
Coach: “wow, that sounds menacing.”
I was kidding because I know for sure he’ll outlive me. Unless he continues to drive as he does, then we’ll most likely die together with him at the wheel.
Did I tell you I just lowered my cholesterol by 27 points?
Did I tell you I had high cholesterol?
I don’t think I did. I used to be so good at sharing important things, but lately, I’m so involved in myself.
I’m proud to say that my good cholesterol is really good. But my bad one was really bad.
I really was always a bit miffed about having high numbers, to begin with. I eat well. No processed foods and limited fast food. (I’m weak for Chic fil A)
Back in October my sweet and very thin Dr. told me to lower my numbers and my weight.
I was a bit offended. People, truthful words DO hurt.
She did agree with my thought that if I were 3 inches taller, my weight would be great.
Even though I strength train 3x a week and do cardio at least 2, my weight (waist size) has been slowly been going UP. I blame peri-menopause. I even blame it for the thinning ozone layer.
I wish I knew how exactly I lowered my numbers. (my weight was down only a few pounds, but it fluctuates 3-4 lbs depending on the day)
For my cholesterol, though I did a few things. I avoided the daily piece of bacon that the Coach makes. He’s a bacon connoisseur; even making his very own cured bacon. He would still offer it to me after I said I needed to lower my numbers and I’d say:
I suppose if you talk to someone like that, the answer might be YES.
|A vegan burger and NOT a bacon burger|
Anyhoo….less bacon in my life and I was taking two Plant Sterol gel caps daily. I get them at the Vitamin Shoppe. I had read about them somewhere and figured I didn’t have anything to lose aside from bad numbers. I have one in the morning and one at night along with my daily joint pills.
You’d never know I was such a pill popper by looking at me, but I have an innocent face and a horrible mouth.
For a while there I limited my cheese intake too, but that didn’t last long. Rats love cheese.
I’m still a work in progress, hoping that my numbers go down more before my next appointment in six months.
Also I hope Dr. Thin gains a few of my pounds….that’s what you get when you hurt my feelings. 🙂
Have a great day.