My Esophagogastroduodenoscopy

Looking forward to getting up early this morning, I went to bed at a reasonable hour last night. I’d set the timer for eight hours, 15 minutes, and forgot to start it counting down. By the time I remembered, I had to reset it for seven hours, 40-some minutes. I was in bed all ready to doze off when the computer started talking. I’d been searching for a movie my used-to-be roommate had recommended and youtube thought it had found a match. It was a Facts of Life episode. I closed the tab and went back to bed.

There were strange dreams off and on all night and I couldn’t begin to remember what was going on in the wee hours. The timer started beeping before I was ready to get up but get up, I did.

Since I was to fast after midnight, all I could have was my morning meds with a tiny bit of water. My shower was get in, get done and get out. I was dressed and ready to go by 7:25 TT.

Cuz was my responsible driver, as per usual. We proceeded down the highway at a leisurely pace and still got to the outpatient surgery center 25 minutes before my scheduled arrival time.

After filling out the paperwork and telling the patient rep that I would take care of my co-pay on the far side, we sat down to wait. It wasn’t long before my name was called and I was taken to the pre-op room. It was small with an adjoining bathroom. I was given the usual Seymour nightgown, a cap and some booties to wear. They covered me with a blanket and I was all set for the next step.

I don’t remember what my BP was, but my O2 sat was 99% on room air.

The nurse took an inordinately long amount of time to start the IV. She’d put the tourniquet on my arm and palpate the veins. Then she’d retie it tighter and do it again. This went on with both arms and she finally settled on a target and succeeded, first try.

She went back to the waiting room and got Cuz so I’d have company. While we waited and visited, various ones were in and out. The anesthetist came in and introduced himself and wanted to know if I had any questions. I didn’t.

It was a long time before the doctor came in and he didn’t have a whole lot to say.

The nurse walked me back to the OR. I lay down on the table and it seemed so strange not to have the upper part of my body elevated. They outfitted me with O2, heart monitor, pulse oximeter, and BP cuff. I was then instructed to turn on my left side. The anesthetist (not the man who had visited but a woman) administered the knockout drops through the port in the IV. I was soon in Lala Land.

Next thing I knew, I was in post-op. I thought I was still in the OR and I thought it was strange that they had more than one patient in surgery at a time. When I was sufficiently “at” myself, I realized post-op is divided up into different “bays”. I could see numbers through nine on the opposite side of the room. There was very little in the way of privacy.

When I was awake enough, the nurse took out my IV, got rid of the O2 (thank goodness), heart monitor trappings and the blood pressure cuff. She asked if I wanted anything to drink and I told her warm water. She asked if room temperature would be okay and I said yes. The head of the gurney was elevated which made it much more comfortable.

The doctor came in and told me everything looked good except I had a small polyp which he had biopsied. I don’t know when I’ll get the pathology results.

A very tall skinny man in scrubs was going around talking to all the patients. When he got to me, he asked if I had any pain. No. What about nausea? No. Anything? Yes, frostbite. It was COLD in there, people!

The nurse asked if I thought I could walk out and I told her I thought I could. A nice man came and escorted me to the van where Cuz had been waiting for at least 20 minutes. He wished God’s blessing for us and we were on our way.

We came straight home. We didn’t pass Go or collect $200. There was some light rain that we came through.

The oxygen has seriously messed up my sinuses. My nose started running in the van and I kept having to dip into Cuz’ box of Kleenex. It hasn’t stopped yet.

Cuz has checked on me a couple of times between downpours. When I was eating, the doorbell rang. I knew it wouldn’t be her because she would have come on in. It was DH’s cousin and her daughter. They were just passing through and stopped to say hi. They chose to stand on the deck and visit.

I’ve talked to DS1 twice and had text messages from my roommate. She had gone to a prayer room at a church chapel to pray for me and all caring for me. A lot of people on the Christian site I post on daily have been praying for me, too. My sisters prayed for me. It’s nice to have such a support system.

The doctor talked to Cuz and gave her a report of the procedure along with pictures of my innards. I considered scanning the pictures but they aren’t exactly purty. As for the summary, it goes

  • Normal esophagus.
  • Normal z-line.
  • Normal GE junction.
  • Normal antrum, body of the stomach, and fundus.
  • A gastric polyp was found (211.1). Multiple biopsies taken.
  • Normal duodenal bulb and 2nd portion of the duodenum.

My nose is getting sore, I’ve had to wipe it so much. I’ve split a Benadryl and will take it along with my other nighttime meds. I’m tired. I think it’s best to do that now.

4 Responses to My Esophagogastroduodenoscopy

  1. Lila August 11, 2015 at 8:55 am #

    I didn’t realize all that was involved in the procedure. Guess I thought it would be more like when I sat on a stool in the doctor’s office and had my tonsils out. Unorthodox, but it worked.

    • Tommie August 11, 2015 at 9:41 am #

      Mercy! Did he deaden anything first?

  2. Mary Jane August 11, 2015 at 9:32 pm #

    Neither did I have any idea that you were going to have such a procedure. Sounds as
    big a deal as when I had my gall bladder out! I had my tonsils out under local anesthesia long ago, but think I spent a night in the hospital. At least I wasn’t just sitting on a stool!

    • Tommie August 11, 2015 at 9:43 pm #

      I did let you know I was having an endoscopy and you said we keep the medical community busy (or something similar). There weren’t any incisions so it was much simpler—just a “look around”. The biopsies were incidental.

      Guess I got the uptown treatment when I had my tonsils out. Dr. Goodge was the surgeon and I was put under.

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