r/colonoscopy • u/Buzz407 • 9h ago
Personal Story Was scared to death. Here's what I have to share. It is long but I hope you like it.
Figured I'd share. Pretty similar story to this gentleman. My post is going to be long. Hopefully it is interesting and helps someone.
https://www.reddit.com/r/colonoscopy/comments/1x966y0/was_so_very_scared/
My procedure was performed this morning at a rural Appalachian hospital.
Same-ish Weight + Weight Loss, Age, Sex, Bleeding pattern. I had fatigue and have bled off and on since I was 20, Various amounts from streaked wipe to "so bloody it is silky" toilet water. It was lower back pain that made me go "Oh crap." and schedule a proper spelunking though. I had mine this morning. Been bleeding a long time, one stretch was 4 or 5 months straight. Bled through my pants a few times. Clots, the whole 9. I'm one of those "Smart dumb guys." or "Dumb smart guys." Guess it depends on who you ask.
Symptoms (and my mental state) continued getting worse after the back pain appeared. I "knew" what was coming even though none of the kids from my generation have had it that we know of. C runs in one side of my family starting with a great grandparent.
Some details that may not be important:
I have a spectacular (but stressful) job, 4 kids, and a wonderful wife. My cup is running over every day that I open my eyes... And here I was, depression, dread, sadness, apathy, so much bad... myself and my family endured it for months and months (if I'm honest, a lesser level of it for years and years) because I'm pretty much terrified of anesthesia.
It is my only known phobia. I'll happily jump out of an airplane or go to a warzone.. I'll do both at the same time covered in spiders (just no old world, latrodectus, or loxosceles plz). I really mean that. Anesthesia scares me a lot.
So the lower back and backside stuff was stacked on on top of another relatively-severe-most-days pain that was never really gone, I've lived with it for over a decade, and as it turns out, that one was easily repairable once they got in there. At one point in the last few weeks I was on the porch, had been kinda down with the wife, not too popular with the kids lately, and said "God, heal me or kill me." Not as a taunt, but as me declaring that I didn't care which anymore, I just wanted it done with.
Pulp Fiction Time Hop:
Prep was complete and fairly low effort. With the other stuff that was going on I would call the prep "Moderately Inconvenient." I'm not saying I would do it as a hobby but it is just barely in "embrace the suck" territory. If you're comfortable being uncomfortable it probably isn't going to bother you much.
I started my prep 2 hours early because I wanted to get as much sleep as possible to keep pre-surgery inflammation down. Good for the healin'.
First 4 Bisacodyl at 10AM. It started things off real fast. By 11 I was on the can. Then at 4 I started Miralax in Gatorade Zero Cherry (not my fave but it ain't bad) ice cold. 2 quarts, 8 ounces every 15 minutes straight through. I'm thinking that total I went 8 or 10 times and they weren't really short trips. Had false stops on a couple. Cleaned myself up, washed my hands, and nearly sharted pulling my pants back up. Took great care after the first one, avoided "power painting" the bathroom. Watch that and do not trust a fart, any fart. Festivities had ceased at 10PM with one small squirt of yellow liquid after I got up this morning (6:45).
Suspenders and Existential Dread:
While sitting on the toilet I researched, shopped for, and purchased a metal detector. I guess I'm an old man now lol. Looking forward to playing with it during my recovery from the other part of surgery. Drank about 2 gallons of fluids total during the day. A quart of broth, at least a quart of black coffee, 2 quarts of gatorade (I just topped em up from 28 to 32 ounces with pure water), rest water.
The Tin Man, the Cowardly Lion, and Dorothy:
So anyway, full general anasthesia for my procedure today since I'm getting other work done that required it.
I let my anesthesiologist know my concerns ahead of time (terrified of general anesthesia) in clear terms. Among other things I said, "My face might not be showing it and my words may be careful but I am absolutely terrified right now. I understand that this is necessary for a whole bunch of reasons, and that understanding is the only reason I'm laying on this bed. I know it is probably within your power to take that fear away. I'm tired of putting the brave face on. Give me anything you like."
<morganfreeman>The good doctor looked up at the monitors and seemed to agree that this man was in fact, scared shitless.</morganfreeman>
I also informed him of my (legal) THC use. It is the only thing that has really been able to get me to sleep. It does matter. The more honest and useful information you give to your anesthesiologist, the better they can take care of you.
I've not touched any other "potentially taboo or illegal" drug since my late teens. If you've used anything recently, anything, you should tell your anesthesiologist whether you've told anyone else or not.
Lastly, I informed him that I've had 2 laryngospasms in my life, one sitting at my computer almost 20 years ago, one standing in the kitchen about 5 years ago. No idea what the cause of either was but it absolutely sucked. If it has happened to you before, your anesthesiologist won't be mad at you for telling them.
I have some medical background (Not really anything with this stuff and certainly not on a doctor's level) and he sniffed it out pretty quick, tested me a little, but never once showed his hand. What I didn't know was he had a sinister and quite foolproof plan which had already been put into action when he stepped out of the curtain briefly halfway through our chat.
Before they hooked up my IV, a very sweet attractive young lady walked in and pushed what appeared to be 3/4 of a syringe of what she called Versed into my arm while she chatted with me about nothing in particular. I had no idea what it was, what it did, or anything else really. It was cold, a little cloudy, it felt really nice, then really really nice, then really really really nice. It didn't take long to start doing its magic. If you're an anxious person this stuff is the absolute bomb. Cannot say enough good things. It is like having your mind dust bustered by a french maid.
Pfft! I'm a Genius! You can't Hypnoti:
What seemed like a couple minutes passed, I was still lucid but I had no anxiety, no fear, very little sensation of pain. My inhibitions were still present. It was as if she gave me molly, viagra, and something that really-does fix anxiety. Bad didn't feel very bad. Good felt way "gooder than good." Parts of me began waking up without my full permission. I don't think it was sexual, I think it was because I can't recall ever having felt *that* good. It apparently happens sometimes? I'm not ashamed, you shouldn't be either if it happens to you.
When they told me to lay back, the thought in my head at that moment, was "How does this blanket feel so good against my fingertips?" I was absolutely rolling.
Then this absolute genius of a man puts an oxygen mask over my face and says "Here let me give you some 100% oxygen."
Unplanned Time Travel and a Genius Doctor:
My conscious brain would have normally questioned this moment but the Versed brain was like "Oooooh I wonder what this is going to feel like on whatever they just doped me up with."
I inhaled deeply, held it for just a moment, exhaled, it felt nice. Then I inhaled deeply again.
About halfway through inhaling my second breath of pure oxygen I woke up in recovery. 3 hours had passed, I was quite relaxed and in no pain.
He slipped me a mickey! That wasn't 100% oxygen at all!
I know tricking someone who is chasing butterflies may not be the genius move I'm making it out to be, but the impact on how I went in and came back out was absolutely wonderful. I really just couldn't be happier with how that went.
The Part You've Been Scrolling For:
The other surgery went great as far as I can tell. I have more horsepower in my right arm than I have had in years. No nerve pain.
The colonoscopy went without a hitch. 2 small polyps removed, some very bleedy hemorrhoids, no cancer. My butt doesn't hurt, I'm a little gassy now almost 12 hours after. The only thing on my body that hurts right now is where they waxed my back (I'm a hairy SOB). Not the incision or the staples (maybe stitches? I haven't looked), the wax.
I have no idea why the lower back pain went away, I'm also not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
A colonoscopy is nothing to be afraid of. Even if you're sure that you are a dead man, you're probably not. Go get looked at. We're all in this together.