The next day I went for my endoscopy. That was something I was terrified of. They kept telling me not to worry, that it only took maybe five minutes to do the test. Then I would remind them that even though it only took five minutes it was bad enough that they had to put me to sleep for it! They took me to pre-op first to get all the information needed for the anesthesiologist. After that I was taken to the holding area where the test would be done. While I was there a nurse came by and told two of the male nurses to come with her and she was definitely not happy. Next thing I knew I heard a male and a female voice yelling and screaming. Apparently this dude was King Asshole and this nurse was not giving any fucks about it. Lol. It was a good little show and it really did help calm my own nerves. It was a great distraction. Then I was rolled in to the last room where they started the medicine that would take me in to a dream world while they shoved a tube with a tiny camera down my throat. I was so nervous my legs wouldn’t stop shaking and I had tears coming from my eyes even though I was trying to be calm, cool and collected. The doctor told me they were giving me Propofal and the last thing I said was, “Michael Jackson”. Hahaha. I have no idea what the response was.
I was there three days almost and on the second day I was ready to go home. They were wanting me to stay so they could run a few more tests and make sure nothing major was going on. So I lied. I lied about how bad the pain was, I lied about how much I had eaten (I made visitors eat my food for me) and my lies worked, I was released Tuesday night. Well, there’s my little story of my hospital stay, now on to my regular bitchy, ranting blogs I so love to write!
Until next time………….