- 24 pack of EXTRA SOFT bog roll
- LARGE tub of Sudocrem
- Five packs of soothing bum wipes
- Lemonade (to disguise taste of laxative)
- Aromatherapy candle (to disguise smell of poo)
- Plastic bed sheet (just in case)
- Extra undies (just in case)
48 hours Before Colonoscopy
Ate like a pig.
24 hours Before Colonoscopy
7am. Woke up.
7.02 am – 9am. Had 19 cups of tea and an egg on toast.
9 am onwards. No milk in drinks. No food. Can only eat clear jellies, Bovril, clear soups and boiled sweets. *weeps*
12.30pm. FOOKING STARVING!!!
12.35 pm. Lemon jelly for dinner (which didn’t touch the sides)
12.45. Heard OH opening a packet of crisps and wanted to end his life.
12.55. Saw picture of somebody’s chips on Instagram and started to cry.
1pm. Banned myself from Instagram.
1.30. Had a Bovril.
3.30. Felt faint with hunger.
4.30. Had bowl of clear soup and another Bovril.
5pm LAXATIVE OF DOOM TIME!!
Smells like cleaning fluid but doesn’t actually taste that bad..
5.22. One glass down, seven to go..
5.55. Two glasses down, six to go..
6.14. Three glasses down, five to go..
6.45 Four glasses down, four to go,
6.46 Had some stirrings in the bowel region..
6.50 THE WORLD FELL OUT OF MY ARSE!!!
7pm – 8pm FIFTEEN trips to the loo.
ROUND TWO OF LAXATIVE OF DOOM
8.23 Five glasses down, three to go..
8.55 Six glasses down, two to go..
9.23 Seven glasses down, one to go
29 trips to the loo in total!
I made myself a promise that I would write an honest, but humourous, account of my colonoscopy so here goes..
I arrived at the hospital at 8.45 am armed with my Kindle ready for a long wait but it didn’t happen because I was called in fairly quickly, so I was winning already.
First job was to put one of THOSE flattering gowns..
I’m used to the flasher gowns having had enough Gynae procedures done in my time. This time, though, I also got a pair of ‘dignity pants’ which have a kinky slit at the back. Now I always struggle with this part so I had the nurse repeat the instructions THREE times so I didn’t make an arse of myself, literally..
Next was the ‘to sedate or not to sedate’ question due to my recent adverse reactions to local anesthesia. A cannula was put in anyway so I could change my mind if needs be, though the consultant did do his best to reassure me that there is no connection between sedative and anesthetic and he’d rarely seen a reaction to one.
As it was my anxiety kicked in BIG TIME, so they took one look at my shaking lunatic self and persuaded me that sedation was the way to go.
So away with the fairies I went.
I’d already made my mind up that I wasn’t going to watch my own insides on the screen, so while the consultant was up to his tricks with his rubber glove I shut my eyes and slurred away to anybody who was listening.
I felt some discomfort when the camera was going round the bends of my colon, but they just whacked more sedative in me and ten minutes later the consultant peered over at me and said, ‘That’s it, we’re all finished and you’re fine!’.
I spent 45 minutes in recovery farting myself DELIRIOUS, while I had some tea and toast, which I was so grateful of as my mouth felt dry as a camels arse after not being able to drink for almost 12 hours..
Then it was back on with the clothes and I was on my way home.
I’ve dreaded this thing for months and had stupidly terrified myself by reading horror stories on the internet, but the thing is that thousands of Colonoscopies are performed every year without a problem, it’s just that people don’t tend to write about positive experiences.
The prep wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be and I downed the lot no problem. The sprinting back and forth to the bog was more inconvenient than anything else and the procedure itself was uncomfortable for a few seconds, but that was it. I’ve had trickier shits that have hurt me more than the colonoscopy did and I’m not scared to have another one done that’s for sure.
The best thing is that I got the ALL CLEAR and that’s a HUGE weight off my mind. There are no nasties lurking in my bowels, aside my Farmer Giles and they are more annoying than nasty.
I urge you NOT to be embarrassed to go to your GP if you have bum problems. If anything is out of the ordinary, just go. Bowel changes, blood, weight loss etc. go tell your GP, because people are literally dying of embarrassment.
Me? Over the past few months I have had more fingers up my bum, (including my own), than Sooty and I’ve even strolled into my GP’s carrying a tube of MY OWN POO! While I was waiting for the sedative to wear off in the recovery room, I let rip some of my best farts EVER and I’m just gutted OH wasn’t there to hear them, he’d have been SO proud!
Go get seen.