Medical Checkups: The Bane of The Boomers
I’m surprised I’m still in one piece
Last week I had a colonoscopy. What could have been a horrible experience really wasn’t too bad. The preparation was the worst bit. The actual procedure was OK. Mainly because I don’t remember it.
They gave me something called conscious sedation. And that’s what it was. The doctor attached the drugs to the lure. I stared into space and Bob’s your uncle, the procedure was complete. I was a bit woozy after the procedure and spent Friday asleep, but that was the sum of it. Back to normal the next day.
I did get a lovely report, though, with a picture of my insides. I showed it to my daughter, who loves anything biological. I haven’t seen it since. She says she was making notes about something sciency off the computer and wrote them on the back. Good job there was nothing wrong with me.
My take-away from the colonoscopy was two-fold:
- All the propaganda about having twenty years of gunk in your bowels can’t be true, at least not in my case. I think it’s dreamed up by the people who provide colonic irrigation. Or the gloopy stuff I had to drink got rid of it all.
- I’m going to have to woman up and send the annual poo sample to the National Screening Program in the post. I usually throw the…
