"Somebody better stick a camera up my ass today" - Rae-rae, checking into her colonoscopy appointment.
My procedure went swimmingly. To quote my doctor's quick note on my chart "Good colon!"
However, when I tried to check in at 10am, they couldn't seem to find my appointment. That's when I said the witty quote above. They finally found my appointment, and after an hour of waiting, I was whisked away to a lovely prep bay. I changed into my fabulous gown with matching robe and non-slip socks. I answered all of the questions, got my wristband...and then my IV.
And let me tell you I was a big girl. I didn't cry. I didn't sweat. I didn't punch the nurse. She was very proud of me. Because you know I told her she needed to prepare herself. She put the IV in my hand, rather than the center of my elbow, so that helped a lot.
After that, I was escorted down to the procedure suite, where I laid on my side with all kinds of wires attached me. The nurse said, "Okay, you'll start to feel a little sleepy..." I remember blinking twice and noticing that the the computer monitor letters were getting blurry.
And then I woke up with juice in my hand in the recovery room. Poof. The only evidence I have of something being done to me is the extra air in my intestines. My middle is huge. But other than than, nada.
Today, however, is a different story.
My head hurts and is still swimmy. "Gassy" does not begin to describe my innards. And I'm just mad.
It could be because, although I slept from 1:30pm to 6pm yesterday, and then went to bed at 11pm, I was up at 5:30am this morning to film episodes eight through 10 of The Collectibles. In Bothell, which is 45 minutes away, where is was freakin' snowing. I kid you not.
I made it until noon, but I was just angry and it was showing. So I asked Todd to set up a ride home for him and Kayleigh, and I came home. I slept for four hours, which helped the headache, but I'm still mad and still gassy. It was nice to eat pasta for dinner, though.
I just got a text from Todd that they've wrapped and are on their way home, so it will be nice to hear about how things went today and watch a little footage. I'm not sure if I'm up to filming tomorrow - we're looking at another 12 hour day. Guess I'll see how I feel when I wake up at 5:30am tomorrow.
Ug. I tell ya right now - 5:30am doesn't feel too good at all. Maybe I should just go back to bed now.