Mike Argento's column this morning, (Friday, the 3rd) on his colonoscopy was a bit more than I wanted with my breakfast, but I can say it was accurate.
Which would not be the case on my part. I'll skip over all the day-before stuff. The whole process isn't all that much, and I was expecting a real unpleasant event. The prep and procedure are just another blip in life.
My procedure was maybe a bit more blip than anything though.
I won't name names of the facility or the doctor or the nurse or the maintenance man to allay fears of using this facility. I'm sure it was a one-time incident. You can only hope.
I arrived at the proper time, a feat for me all on its own. I was taken back, pretty much on time, and put into what I thought was just someplace to put me until my "room" became available. The reason this crossed my mind was because there were cleaning supplies, and hospital supplies and other things in this room. And there was something with a long handle in the corner.
They told me to take off my clothes and put on the gown type thing, and that's when I noticed there was "THE TABLE" covered in sheets and stuff, looking all medical and everything. It hit me then, this closet was going to be my debut into the world of colonoscopies.
I barely had nough room to get all adorned up in my gown, and I had brought magazines with me in case I had to wait. No place to put those babies either.
Still not a really big deal. I got up on the table in my glamorwear and waited for the next step. Which was, the nurse coming in and getting me ready for my excursion. Took a little while, but it wasn't as bad as I thought. Enter the doctor, who speaks doctor to me, everything's going fine. The phone rings. There's a phone in here??
Uh hum, Okay, I'll be right there, says the doctor.
He explains that there is an emergency surgery he needs to perform. Okay, I think, I don't care if I get the second string. I never met the doctor before, so it's not like we're attached or anything. And if I were the emergency patient, I'd certainly appreciate having my own doctor there.
But then, the nurse zips right out of the room right afer him, leaving one of the those cartoon like clouds behind her, she ran so fast.
Me. Okay. There's going to be another crew coming in. I'm okay with that, and I begin to think of other things. Okay. Still alone in here. I decide to read my magazines, and congratulate myself on bringing something along to keep me occupied. At that moment, the magazines slip off my lap onto the floor. Of course the table is what seems to be 10 feet high, but in reality was probably only about 4 feet high. Doesn't matter, as leaning as far as I can, I still can't reach them, and I'm hooked up to stuff. So much for rreading.
Okay. Still alone in here. When the nurse first came in, she had put a CD into the boom box, I don't know what they call them these days. BUT, now, the entire CD has played through, an it is silent in the room.
Okay, Still Alone in here!!!
The phone is of course across the room, and without Go-Go-Gadget arms, there's no way I can reach it, even though I tried to extend my leg and get it. Sure, the room is the size of a closet, but just big enough to keep everything out of reach.
Still alone in here, and not happy about it!!
My husband is out in the waiting room, and I think if he were back here, it wouldmake things better, I'd at least have company. Surely there must be someone close to the room that could help me out. Heellloooo!! Anyone out there? Silence. I mean REAL silence.
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