Good Morning Folks. The last time I wrote a blog post I was talking about the upcoming colonoscopy. I have survived but not entirely unscathed and I will explain why. First off as everyone said, the worst part was mostly the prep. I did a split two day prep so on top of not eating anything solid for a bit, I started my first round of prep around 3 pm on Tuesday, and that more or less lasted about three hours of hell. Then I got up pretty early and started my second round of prep around 5 am… and again it lasted around three hours of hell. My dad picked me up around noon and we made our way to the location… but google maps took us to the wrong place. It took us to apparently a health club run by the medical group, and the actual procedure was in fact in the hospital proper. Luckily we had about 45 minutes of lead time so were able to get over there and Dad chose to do the complimentary valet parking because the parking garage is pure butts for a full-sized pickup.
One of the first major challenge is that they did not have ANY of my medical history, so I had to speed run documenting all of that. Thankfully I have the habit of taking a photo of any medications that I take each time they change so I have names and dosage information readily available. The biggest concern for me was to make sure that they understood that I had a severe negative reaction to the specific anesthesia combination of Reglan and Robinul. Interesting tidbit of knowledge… I now understand what exactly happened back in high school with these two drugs. Apparently they triggered something called Tardive Dyskinesia specifically in my eyes and mouth. I had always just referred to it as seizure like symptoms, but the Anesthesiologist was able to fill in the details for me. I have no clue if I have a future ahead of me where I will not be able to control my facial expressions, but here is hoping it was a one time thing. Suffice to say I did not want to live through that again. The last thing I needed was another thing to worry about, but it is good to at least better understand what happened.
The worst lingering immediate issue of yesterday is the fact that the nurses beat the shit out of me trying to get an IV started. I was fairly dehydrated from the prep work, and I think specifically Tuesday I was not pushing fluids anywhere near as hard as I should have been, largely because I knew I would have a decent drive to the facility and did not want to have any potential accidents. I think it is a combination of one of the nurses had a shit technique… because the two times she attempted are bruised as fuck and very sore to the touch… so much so that I cannot really lay my arm comfortably on any surface. The second nurse made an attempt on the top of my hand and there is zero bruising from that, and finally they decided to go for the big vein in the center of my elbow pit, which I wish they would have done from the start. Essentially they would get it started just fine, but the vein would collapse on them due to the dehydration. So now I mostly just look like I was attacked by the chupacabra or something with two puncture marks and giant bruises that seem to keep spreading.
Once I got back to the procedure room, they directed me into a super awkward position… told me that they were starting the anesthesia and then next thing I know I am waking up. I remember briefly having a bit of a dream where “Erasure” and I were talking about the procedure, and if you had told me that they were not for some reason able to complete anything I would have believed you. I did wake up and hear one of the doctors in the room saying “… he claimed he did not have Sleep Apnea”. To which I asked the recover nurse about, and apparently I absolutely exhibited clear signs of Sleep Apnea during the procedure. So add that to the list of things I will need to get checked out. I have gotten used to sleeping on my belly because it stopped me from snoring, and it was the least I could do for my partner of thirty years to make her sleep life easier. I am wondering if that also mitigated the effects of Sleep Apnea, because she never reported me waking up and gasping for breath, and surely she would have noticed it at some point because she had just as fitful sleep as I do at times.
Now some of this information I pieced together from my brief conversation with the doctor in recover, and some of it from the conversations he had out in the staging area with my Dad who drove me. Positives… I had zero polyps that they needed to remove. I unfortunately inherited the Diverticulosis from my Father, but that none of the the areas seemed to have been inflamed and turning into Diverticulitis, so again not unexpected given how bad he has it… and generally good news that it has not progressed to a chronic situation. The very bad not good at all news… is that I have a cancerous tumor in my lower rectum. They took a biopsy and I should know within a few days if it was benign or malignant, but for my purposes it does not really matter because it has to come out regardless. It will cause more problems the larger it grows and I will have to have a surgery to remove a small chunk of my bowels, probably a three to five day in the hospital type scenario. The main question I asked is if this is a bad type scenario and he said no, that this is just something that they stitch back together and life goes on like normal, with the added unfortunate effect of needing yearly colonoscopies for awhile.
So yeah… I have cancer and the ramifications are the same no matter what. I have to get surgery and will be referred to a specialist. I was told that he believes we caught this early, and this is not a particularly aggressive scenario, so in theory if I was going to get cancer this is the best possible situation for it. I didn’t want to have cancer, but if I have to have it… I guess I will consider it Bel Luck triggering again that it seems to be as good of a stance as we could have. I have no clue what the time table for this looks like. I know it took me from early November to late January to get in for a colonoscopy, so getting referrals often takes seemingly forever. I am hoping this does not cut into my Easter plans to visit “Erasure” but if it does we will deal with it at that point. I of course let “Erasure”, my siblings, and “The Librarian” know yesterday… pretty much in that order, and then later in the evening messaged my boss to let him know what was up. I have no clue who he will tell. I am not exactly going to be secretive about it, because clearly I am using this blog post to let you all know.
I’ve always maintained a level of openness about my life for good or bad with you. I’ve said for awhile that these posts are largely me sitting down at the keyboard and talking to myself, and in many ways it does feel like that. However I do know that there are thousands of you out there that read this on the regular either through Aggronaut or the syndicated version that appears on AggroChat (which I still think I want to burn down that site entirely at some point). I’ve shared my life with you all for going on seventeen years, and while I left out some details for the protection of others that are not me… I shared the core of the reality that I was living. I will probably be talking more about my cancer journey here, but hopefully it will not dominate this blog. I still expect to mostly be talking about dumb video game shit, because it brings me joy. I do however appreciate all of you out there, and I know that regardless of what happens you will be pulling for me… because you always have.
Anyways… I made it through yesterday, just not entirely unscathed. However the only way out is through and I have to deal with this no matter what happens.
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