Saturday, March 1, 2014

Endoscopy

My Endoscopy was on February 13th (if I would have known how much this procedure was going to effect me I would not have scheduled it for the day before Valentines Day.) It was not fun.

First they brought me behind a curtain where there was a hospital bed. They had me undress (oo la la) and I put on a gown. I got in the bed and they gave me a really nice warm blanket. They put an IV in me and wheeled me into the room where they do the procedure. I laid there for a good half hour waiting for the doctor to finish with the previous patient, and I was very uncomfortable and just wanted it to be over.
I asked the nurse to take a photo of me before they got started
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So then the doctor comes in and asks me a few questions, they explain the procedure to me. They were going to give me something that was going relax me but keep me awake, but I wouldn’t remember anything. It’s true, you don’t remember ANYTHING. Then they were going to put the camera down my throat and take some photos. If they found anything they needed to do a biopsy on, they would do that then.

What I DO remember, is them laying me down, and telling me they were giving me the medicine in my IV. I had my eyes closed, and I think I opened them and they had to give me more, because the next thing I knew I was back behind the curtain. I must have grabbed my phone and took a few photo’s of myself, because I found them later on my phone.

Here is one- Yeah, I looked stoned
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I think I feel back asleep, and woke up with my phone in my hand so started texting my boyfriend to come and get me. I think he may have asked if he could come back to see me, because a few minutes later the nurse came in and told me he couldn’t come back yet. Apparently this news upset me, because I burst into tears. The nurse calmly told me it was okay and to go back to sleep. So I did.

I woke up feeling a bit better. The nurse came in to talk to me, told me I could eat anything I wanted, to stay away from alcohol, and not to drive for 24 hours. I got dressed and they brought me into a little room where I was able to finally see my boyfriend. The doctor came in to give me photos of my insides (which I am having a hard time scanning, sorry) and told me I have a slight hernia, but it was nothing to worry about.

After, Nate decided to take me to a diner that has Gyro’s. (I am originally from Detroit, and there is a very large Greek community. There is a TON of Greek food there, and NONE here. So when I find a place that serves something even a TINY bit Greek, I’m gonna jump on it.)

So we go to the diner and I get my Gyro. It’s amazing. I hadn’t eaten since the night before and it was probably 2:00 in the afternoon at that point, so I was really hungry.. As I am eating this meat pita, I notice my throat starts to hurt. Every time I swallowed, it was painful- almost like having strep throat.

After we were done, we had to run a few errands, and my throat was still killing me. I was exhausted, and cranky, so my boyfriend decided to stop at the store and got the most amazing vanilla ice cream ever. So the rest of the day I napped and ate ice cream.
But the next day, I was still in a lot of pain and exhausted. I noticed also that I had broken some blood vessels in my face, most likely from gagging on the camera they put down my throat.

Look, even popped a blood vessel in my eye!!! (that showed up the next day)
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It was a good thing I only had to work 4 hours that day because of a snow storm. My poor boyfriend, however, had to do snow removal all day. So we were both exhausted and spent Valentines day with some homemade soup and the TV.


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