A tube down my throat and another tube up my…

This morning, I am at the hospital for an endoscopy and colonoscopy.  I don’t want to do this.  There’s no way I want to do this.   But it has to be done.

After meeting with my general practitioner, Dr. Svemanova, she recommended I get in touch with her colleague Dr. Dreyneaux to schedule an endoscopy and a colonoscopy.  I’ve spent all day Thursday drinking some beverage that has the consistency of cake batter and the taste of plaster of Paris.  I drink this compound, and then I have to go – er – do by best imitation of Rodan’s The Thinker.

This morning, it’s off to Dr. Dreyneaux’s for the two-tube cha-cha.  I need to do this.  I’m still a bit freaked out about the rapid weight loss last month, and although I’ve changed my various medicines and daily vitamin intake, I still need to make sure that there isn’t something sinister growing in me.

Now if you’ve had this procedure, you’re probably saying that I shouldn’t worry, it’s a normal procedure and everything will be fine.  Well, I HAVEN’T had this procedure done.  So I’m more nervous than a UAlbany student whose parents are asking, “Johnny, what’s this ‘kegs and eggs’ thing I heard you were in?  Does it have something to do with a dinner recipe?”

The best prognosis for me would be that I don’t have anything wrong, that this is just preventative.  The best result for me would be that they found something and removed it quickly and painlessly.

I have to hold onto those prognoses.

Because I shudder to think of the alternative.

In fact, by the time you read this post, I will probably be out cold, as the anesthesia takes effect.  However, if you want to send any messages of support through the blog comments page, feel free to do so.

And if you see your comments approved on this blog post, you will know that I was awake enough to approve the comments, thus making it through the procedure successfully.

Wish me luck.  In I go.