The date of the colonoscopy is here. Not going to lie, as the day drew closer, I was getting more worried about what might be found.
I was dropped off at the hospital early doors, 7.30-ish, checked in, and shown to my room. I saw a few familiar faces from the previous operation. Changed into the rather fetching gown. So far so good. I went through the tests for blood pressure, oxygen and pulse (53, quite happy with that, given the stress levels), gagged on the thermometer one more time, and waited. And waited.
I was re-reading "Running With The Firm" to pass the time, and after an hour or so, I was wheeled off to the theatre. After another couple of check stops to verify I was who I purported to be, and I was undergoing what was actually scheduled, we were ready to begin. The anaesthetist started his stuff and I eyed what appeared to be a sturdy-looking length of garden hose on the tray to my side. And with that, I was out cold.
After coming to in the recovery room I was soon back in my own bed. The surgeon came in, with a nurse, to update me. Now, I am a fairly straight-talking person, with little time for dancing around a subject, The surgeon proved to be a match. He advised the news wasn't good, they had found something, they needed to do a follow-up CT scan, and he finished up with "your life has changed from today".
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