Daily: 18 March 2016: Where the hell have I been...

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It's been quite a week here, and one that I have managed to weather. Namely, it's my health and having a procedure done. It's a screening, and I will go into some detail -- those of us over fifty will understand what this is, and if you want to skip this entry, that's fine by me. I understand. But for those of you who are brave, here you go. For several years now, my gp has been bothering me to go and get a colonoscopy done. I've been very resistant to the idea -- the idea of it alone is enough to send me screaming for the door. But after finding out that you're now knocked out for it, well, I agreed to go meet the doctor. Monday was the screening for the procedure. Heart test, blood test, EKG, this and that. Which is where I started wondering a bit, what the hell is going to happen? On pins and needles, I waited for Thursday. There was the prep. Those of you who have been through it know what a horror that is. Namely, you drink two horrible smelling bottles of god-knows-what along with a lot of water. A lot. And then your insides turn liquid. Violently. For close to sixteen hours I was in severe pain, smelling bad, and messy. Very mess. By the time I got back to the hospital early Thursday morning, I was exhausted, nauseous, and feeling like I had been run through the wringer. I have to say that the staff in the same-day-surgery were very understanding and considerate. They get me prepped, hooked up to various tubes, and off into surgery I went. They had me unconscious within ten minutes I swear. I knew nothing, I felt nothing, and when I woke up they were done. Zoom, back into the prep area, and then it was time to finish waking up. We -- J and I -- were out of there before noon. The really good news. No polyps. No masses. No problems. The worst part really was the prep procedure where drinking truly vile god-knows-what. After that, it was all downhill, as they say. I spent most of yesterday asleep in bed, and finishing reading a book. So, for the timid among us, the whole colonoscopy thing has gotten much much easier to deal with. The book, The Price of Blood by Patricia Bracewell, was pretty much a wash. All dire grimness and misery in 11th century England. Watched the first episode of The Man in the High Castle, based on the book by Philip K. Dick. What an awful future as they say, and a real dystopia, that beloved genre of science fiction. Yeah, I'll read the book.