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I will be rooting for your colon and against the tube. You’re going down, tube!!! (I mean that more in the “tube will lose” sense because we all know the tube will be going down and then up and then left.) Sorry, Ces. Go colon!
Godspeed, Ces! I hope TODD is not your medical tech.
Here’s hoping that the fiber optic tube is neither medium nor large. Best wishes.
Yeah, I gotta get me one o’ these. I hear everybody’s doing it.
Yikes. I’ve not yet had the pleasure, but a close friend of mine has to do this about once a year. He tells me that the prep is MUCH worse than the procedure, because you’re essentially knocked out for that last part.
This is one of those times (prep night) where a notebook computer and wi-fi come in handy.
Good luck to you.
I’ll give you the same advice I give everyone who visits me: relax and it’ll be over before you know it. The soreness doesn’t last too long.
Dude, I feel your pain…It’s the prep that sucks, and you won’t even remember the procedure! I promise! I spent New Years’ day doing the prep…ugh
That last comment would be much less fun if it hadn’t been posted by Naked Bunny with a Whip.
After the procedure, you ARE treated the recovery area symphony- the dulcet tones of each patient expelling the air that inflated their nether regions in a weird, syncopated “Terrance and Philip” meets Philip Glass performance.
So there’s that.
It’s not ALL cold medical science.
Make sure the doctor signs a note telling Sara your head is NOT up there!
@DrBear LOL!
He was a champ, and is back in fine fighting shape as we speak. He also sang “Slip Slidin’ Away” in the private recovery room, and then told a bunch of Borscht Belt jokes that he is far too young to understand. He also said to the doctor, “I don’t have to get a DVD of this, do I?” It was like hanging out with Henny Youngman.
Thank you guys very much for the well wishes! Ye nether regions are all a-ok and like everyone said the prep is by far the worst part of the procedure. Having never been put under before I apparently took to the drugs like a champ. I don’t remember much of what I said afterwards but I think I mumbled upon looking at the doctor’s diplomas “No University of Phoenix Online, huh?”
Thank you again!
The comic really made me laugh, even though I feel sorry for you for having to go through with that :). I’m glad your innards are OK!
Took it like a champ, eh? Did your doctor say “You’re gonna eat lightnin’ and you’re gonna crap thunder!”…? (Frankly I don’t know if that would’ve been a good diagnosis or a bad one.)
Well, I’m glad for your sake that it’s over with. And very glad that you’re healthy.
I’m glad to hear everything came out ok…
Glad you’re back safe and sound, Ces. Now I can stop thinking about your anus. Though I’ve grown rather fond of…no! Must stop now!
everything came out ok
*COUGH!*
Wow – the IRS are getting more invasive …
Thank you for not live cartooning your colonoscopy.
Ooh, know how you feel regarding the strangeness of this. I have had 2 colonoscopies in my short lifetime at ages 3 and 18. So good hunting and let us all know how it turns out!
I’m glad you’re okay, Ces. Here’s a quote from Colin Mochrie of Whose Line Is It Anyway (U.S. version):
“We’ll return in a moment to our drama of proctologists in love: Someone Up There Likes Me.“
The last frame made me laugh a LOT.
Oh yes, the Magic Punster Lives, and his name is Ces! Welcome to the Colonosocopy Club! Now, barring problems, you get to do this again every 5 years or thereabouts for the rest of your life! FUN!
Come to think of it, Ted Forth is getting to be about that age, isn’t he?
In all seriousness happy to hear you received a clean bill of health – colon cancer took our aunt and is no laughing matter!
Oh, that’s REALLY hilarious–the recovery room antics! Sarah, you must have been dying. lol
After my huzzband got his Willy Wonka’d, he told the surgeon the same joke over and over…something about a golfer with dirty balls…and getting a hole in one… Tom’s post-op instructions were to, “take your balls home and prop ’em up on a cool six-pack.” Those wacky urologists!
This was way better than the time I was in Times Square in the morning, looked up on the Jumbotron, and saw the inside of Al Roker’s colon.
Pics or it didn’t happen.
Damn, read this too late. I was going to suggest that when the doctor started the, uh, insertion, you sang out “here comes the choo-choo! wooo-woo!! chug chug chug, wooo-woooo”
Colon cancer is no laughing matter. Semicolon cancer, on the other hand…
Okay, now you have to listen to Bowser and Blue’s song about the colorectal surgeon:
http://bowserandblue.com/you-tube-play.php?id=85140 (“Working Where the Sun Don’t Shine”).
Wipe the monitor when you’re done … and any other bits that need it.