Sigmoidoscopy, Take 2
Okay, tomorrow morning is go time. I drank my “sparkling laxative” yesterday, refrained from food today, and tomorrow morning at 7:30 am my surgeon will “take a peek” at the interiors of my colon.
I hope he finds it very boring and unremarkable. Just another colon.
I’m not as anxious this time as I was a couple weeks ago before everything got cancelled. Maybe I’m too hungry to be anxious. Maybe I’ve had more time to prepare myself. Maybe I’m just leaning on God and leaving it in His hands.
I get these every four months, you’d think I’d be used to it by now. The prep, the waiting, the early morning appointment, “Lie on your side,” watching the caverns of my colon on the TV monitor in the room.
But no matter how often I drink that prep I’ll never get used to it. By the time I’m done I’ve got the shivers and my tongue is suffering from temporary paralysis. And no matter how often I “lie on my side” and get probed it’s still one of the most unnatural things I will ever experience. And I’ll never get comfortable with watching that little camera explore my guts.
Well, as I write this it’s only 14 hours away. I just hope–and pray, pray, pray–there’s no surprises.