On to the Blueberry Soup

When you are not allowed to eat, every commercial on television has the most amazing looking food in it.  Even food I don’t eat like fried shrimp looks amazing.  I stayed up until almost midnight watching TV and surfing the net while the flushing juice did its thing on my digestive tract.  I slept like a log.  Accompanied by my post op wingwoman, Mrs. Rootchopper, I arrived at 630 at the Colonoscopy Center around the corner from our house.  (When you buy a house, location is everything.) 

After the usual paperwork, I was taken back to be readied for the procedure.  Clad in a backless hospital gown, I laid down on an operating table. The nurse took my vitals (all good, thanks to cycling no doubt) and hooked me up to oxygen and a blood pressure cup and a pulse taking gizmo. (When your pulse is lower than your age, your in good shape and getting old.)  The doctor came in, stinking of gin.  Just kidding.

The anesthesiologist sat near my head and introduced himself. I promptly forgot his name.  Today I would be getting the celebrity anesthetic Propofol.  (This is what Michale Jackson od’ed on.) Dr. McCone, the man with the plan – and the scope – came up from behind.  He introduced himself and after some small talk, and an injection of Propofol, I blanked out. 

I was having some pretty good dreams.  It seemed like I was out for hours, but the whole procedure takes only 15 minutes. In my case, a little longer since the good doctor found two very small polyps.  As he said, odds are they are nothing to worry about, but left alone they could have become cancerous. (Eek, the “c'” word.)

My wife drove me home and I went to sleep for a couple of hours. I woke up and ate breakfast.  I’m still a tad off – mostly from the persistent gurgle in my gut.  That will go away with a couple of meals.

I go back in a few weeks to get the official pathology results. I won’t be surprised if Dr. McCone puts me on a more frequent schedule than every five years.  No complaints here. 

So for those of you who shy away from this sort of thing, here’s some advice from the Rootchopper Institute of Fluid Dynamics and Cancer Prevention:

  • If you have a family history of colon cancer and you are over the age of 40, get a colonoscopy. If your doctor says no, get another doctor, and get a colonoscopy. If you’re younger than 40, talk to you doctor about one. If you don’t have a family history, and you’re over the age of 50, bend over!  You should have one, too!

  • Yes, the prep sucks but it’s only one day.  (I know colon cancer patients who had repeated colonoscopies.  They have it bad. You don’t. Deal.)
  • The procedure sounds awful but it doesn’t hurt at all. Not one bit. No pain. Big gain.
  • It isn’t embarrassing. Okay, a little but what do you care? You’ll be unconscious. Try being a doctor who does this all day. Seriously, Dr. McCone and his staff are superb, professional, and experienced. I know he’s been doing colonoscopies for at least ten years because he did one on me in 2002 and another in 2007.   
  • It isn’t expensive. With my insurance, it cost me $40. And I didn’t have a Groupon. I don’t know what it would cost you, but colon cancer is a killer. I’m pretty sure it’s a lot cheaper (and a whole lot less depressing) than a funeral. As Norman Chad says, “Pay the man, Shirley,”

So get your ass to your doctor.

As for me, I will spend the remainder of the day eating and napping. Tomorrow I plan on eating and reading as it pours buckets outside. Sunday morning, the Sequoia and I are doing the Vasa ride, an event run by the Washington Area Bicyclist Association and the Swedish Embassy. At the end of the ride, I’m drinking some blueberry soup.  

6 thoughts on “On to the Blueberry Soup

  1. Here's to a clean bill of health!Which ride length did you sign up for? I signed up for the 30 miler, but seeing as how it's not a supported ride, I feel kind of nervous about it. This fear is very silly considering I ride longer than that in the middle of nowhere all by myself, but still. I also don't do well with super early (to me) morning rides (SO not a morning person) and am wiped out afterwards.

  2. Thanks.I signed up for the 30 miler. There will be several hundred riders on the course and it's out and back so no worries.Weather will be in the 40s with a mild head/side winds for the first half of the ride. There are a few short hills but the payoff is the downhill from Great Falls Park (assuming they do the same course as in 2010). I broke 35 mph while riding the brakes on my Tour Easy recumbent one year. I'll keep it mellower on the Sequoia. I'll be wearing a dark gray jacket and black wind pants. My Sequoia has a red Ortlieb handlebar bag. I may be hanging with some Bike Friday (folder) riders. The blueberry soup will revive you after the ride. If not, there is abundant java nearby.

  3. Two more years for my "baptism." Here's hoping the results are good for you. Hopefully, I'll see you at the Vasa. Look for the guy with a new Madone obeying all the traffic signs and exhibiting an unusually heightened fear of traffic.

  4. "Dr. McCone, the man with the plan – and the scope – came up from behind." Haha, intentional? Found you on TFTS (and can't seem to find your contact info-sorry!). The vest is from Amazon and there are dozens to choose from. Just make sure you note the size – some prove too tiny for adults. I like my big one – goes over all my warm-wear layers and is just fine for summer, too.

  5. Yes, Christine. 'twas intentional. And he did (I was on my left side facing the anesthesiologist when he came in the door behind me. We said hello. Shook hands. ZZZZ. Woke up in recovery. Then we talked about the polyps. It's spring, afterall.I love your website designs. I've never seen one that can display lots of different ways like that. Thanks for the info on the vest.

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