Well, I had the dreaded endoscopy yesterday. I am glad to finally have that over with. Of course they told me to arrive there at 7:00 a.m. and the procedure would be at 8:00 a.m. I arrived right on time, filled out the stack of forms informing me of the possible risks (all very frightening), and then they called me back. I was led into a room with several chairs and they took my blood pressure, started the IV and then I waited…and waited. It was only 7:20 a.m. Crap. Why did they need me there so early? Hubby hung out with me and entertained me. He also “helped” me change into my gown…ummm yeah. I got the cute little booties and lovely hair/shower cap – I looked gorgeous.
So my turn was up and I went into the O.R. The room was freezing cold, as O.R’s often are. I finally had to ask why they keep them so cold and the nurse told me that bacteria don’t survive as easily in cold. Okay…
So I lay on the table, on my side, and they cover me with warm blankets…ahhhh – heaven. They were going to be giving me two types of medicine to relax me and to make me forget? Well they gave me a dose of the relaxing one and I was still wide awake. I heard them say, give her “12” more. I think that’s when I passed out. But the weird thing is, I do remember a few things. I remember burping….and apologizing. Again and again. I guess they blow up your chest area with air, but I kept burping it out. I was thinking to myself, “I hope this is normal and they are used to this”. I also remember hearing them say “biopsy that” a few times.
Finally it was over and I was in recovery, where the doctor talked to my hubby and me. She showed us a picture and said there was a nodule on my esophagus, kind of in a strange place. They took a biopsy of this and will decide if it needs to be removed or not. Next thing I know is I was getting dressed (with hubby’s help again), but I could barely stand. Why on earth were they letting me leave so soon?
Once we got home, hubby made me stay in bed and kept telling me to sleep. He said they told him they had to give me a lot of medicine to knock me out. I don’t know if they gave me more when I was burping (giggle) and/or when I heard them say “biopsies”…why do I remember those things? The whole thing is really a big haze. It wasn’t too bad, I was not sore afterward – just lots and lots of burping.
So there you go – my experience. I will meet with the doctor in two weeks to go over the biopsy results. They do not think this is what is causing the pain under my ribs though, so I am not sure what the course of action will be for that issue.
I am just glad that one more test is over with…whew – what a relief!
