I won’t lie. I found the instructions difficult to follow. Prep for an endoscopy is unpleasant. The instructions I received were;
No solid food later than 7 am
No liquids beyond 10 am
Just bear with it til the procedure is over. (It being the hunger pangs and dehydration)
The lack of water got me the hardest, since today was a diarrhea day so I was severely dehydrated by the time I made it to the hospital.
Since I was severely congested and had sensitivity to several medications on top of my normally low blood pressure, my GI went with local anesthesia. I’d like to think it worked well. I imagine it would have been absolute agony without that.
On account of my totally clogged nostrils I ended up puking a lot during this process whenever my throat dried out from breathing in though it. I’m so glad I followed those instructions as that would have been disgusting for everyone involved otherwise.
Then procedure itself was intensely uncomfortable. The numbing agent didn’t take away all of the pain and I couldn’t control my urge to swallow as well as I thought I would.
Afterwards they gave me some yummy soup and kept me in the hospital for an hour or so to make sure I was alright. The gas was probably the worst part. My tummy was already painfully distended so that extra inch or so the gas added was way above my ability to tolerate.
No news yet on whether I need a colonoscopy or not but I know that they’ll be more stool tests in my future.
I’ve realised after going to see the GI that I’ve become really shameless form a societal point of view.
I disrobe for people I don’t know in the hopes that they can fix what ails me. They can see the bits of me that no one else can through MRIs and other tests.
That being said seeing a new doctor for any reason is a tedious process.
The results of the tests for the first week was anemia and an elevated WBC. I was given Zental to rule out worms and 10 days of an antibiotic.
The second week saw the results of my stool test being positive for large amounts of E. Coli. I was told to finish my course of antibiotics because the one I was taking was effective against E. Coli.
At the second appointment I was also scheduled for a endoscopy tomorrow but it will be rescheduled since the doctor had an emergency to deal with. I didn’t realise how nervous I was until I heard it was rescheduled.
My course of antibiotics ended yesterday morning. Nothing has changed. If things go according to the usual routine I’ll be in agony for the next 2 days. I’m already feeling the fist pangs of pain.
There’ll probably be another stool test in my future as we try to figure out if another parasite is involved.
My body is rebelling from the lack of activity. My legs have started popping out of the joints. So I would love to get some level of relief from these tummy issues so I can get back to my routine soon.
I can only hope that my stomach is okay and that my endoscopy goes off without a hitch.
For now though, its more sleepless nights with stand up comedy. These comedians are literally holding me together right now. When I’m laughing I can forget the pain which is great because there isn’t a part of my body that doesn’t hurt right now.
Last week Tuesday night my hubby rushed me to the hospital because my torso had been swelling for the last two weeks or so. I’m accustomed to some measure of bloating but this was ridiculous. I began having trouble breathing so off to the hospital we went.
The doctor on call thought it might be an inflamed bowel or intestine and had a GI agree to see me on Thursday of last week on a rush appointment. I got the required blood tests on Wednesday and Thursday dawned with me fretting over where in the hell my health was going.
Wednesday morning I had a dissociative episode and burnt my hand badly.
I haven’t had one in a while so until I see a therapist I’m assuming that the extra stress set me off.
I didn’t learn much on my appointment with the GI last Thursday. I have to so a colonoscopy and an endoscopy at some point but for now it was Zental and the antibiotic Cifran because my WBC was too high. He also needed a stool sample.
Things have been progressively worse since last Tuesday. My torso seems to have reached the limits of its ability to distend which just means that I spent a lot of time sucking it in so the tissues won’t feel like they’re tearing apart.
As the days pass the pain gets worse and worse. I’m afraid of eating as it makes the tummy pains much, much worse.
My seborrheic dermatitis is back so my scalp is burning. It feels like pouring hydrogen peroxide in a wound.
Headaches are a given in this situation. And I have a bunch of ignorant people to deal with on top of it.
This has just been one of those weeks. I wish I could sleep until my next GI visit.
Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.
– Douglas Adams
This quote came to mind as I observed the debacle that the current measles out break has caused. As one of the few who cannot benefit from vaccines, it horrifies me that there are people living in our society that think things that affect public health are somehow a personal choice.
What if its my child they ask me? Would you still be in favour of vaccines then? The answer to that question is a resounding yes.
Vaccines are not the only type of preventative medication that favours the health of millions over the few. I have been an outlier before.
Having been there multiple times and living the life I do as a result. It boggles my mind that people could be so selfish that they believe that their choices based on naught but erroneous beliefs somehow trump other people right to live.
Vaccines save lives. Gullible celebrities and professional victims don’t. That combination has wasted huge amounts of money and caused unnecessary suffering in recent times.
Its time to bring back mandatory vaccinations before herd immunity falls so low that the truly deadly viruses start making a comeback.
If you want to learn more about the measles vaccine SciShow, has done a very informative video on it. I highly recommend viewing it.
This article is quite interesting. He raises a valid point. Doctors in my experience, have a tendency to give people false hope. Sure its possible that it might give the person the boost they need to beat the odds against them but for the most part its cruel. I have been on my death bed on multiple occasions and each time the doctors lied to me about my prognosis and my treatment options.
I am not a child. I understand that I will die someday and I look forward to it for it will be a relief of sorts. But when doctors lie about the severity of your illness they rob you of time. Time to say good-bye to your loved ones and as a result makes the process of grieving that much more difficult for the ones left behind.