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Some five or so years ago, I had a colonoscopy. The prep was sufficiently unpleasant that I have been extremely reluctant to schedule the recommended follow-up. The actual procedure itself I do not remember at all, but after I regained consciousness, they told me that I should arrange to have a proper anesthesiologist, next time, what with me not really wanting to breathe during the procedure.
For a couple of years, now, I have been having intermittent and not very serious, but extremely persistent GI issues. There have been a constellation of symptoms, some of which have been uncomfortable, and a few a bit embarrassing. I kept on assuming it would clear up, but it didn't. I didn't mention it to my doctor earlier because, see: embarrassing. Fairly recently, I had symptoms which could be caused by upper GI bleeding. After having Dr. Google diagnose me with a couple three fatal diseases, I decided to go to my doctor. Well, actually nurse practitioner, but she's been my primary care med person for years, and I like her a lot.
She said that since I was due for a colonoscopy (read, very very overdue, but one of the reasons I like her is that she doesn't scold me), I should have one, anyway. And if it didn't show anything, then maybe an EGD (esophageogastroduodenoscopy). Musing aloud, she said, "Of course, if they don't find anything, they'll want to do an EGD, but if they do find something, they are still probably going to want to do an EGD, so, I think, I'll refer you to have them both done. Maybe they can do them at the same time."
So, near as I can tell, they are planning on sticking a tube down my throat, another one up my ass, and see if they can't meet in the middle. It would be difficult to describe how very excited I am at the prospect. At least I will be absolutely unconscious for the procedure. Yay?
So, where is that option where I become a brain in a jar? Because I need that, stat.
Later today, I need to call my insurance company and make sure they will pay for all of this. Gods, I hate medicine in the US.
For a couple of years, now, I have been having intermittent and not very serious, but extremely persistent GI issues. There have been a constellation of symptoms, some of which have been uncomfortable, and a few a bit embarrassing. I kept on assuming it would clear up, but it didn't. I didn't mention it to my doctor earlier because, see: embarrassing. Fairly recently, I had symptoms which could be caused by upper GI bleeding. After having Dr. Google diagnose me with a couple three fatal diseases, I decided to go to my doctor. Well, actually nurse practitioner, but she's been my primary care med person for years, and I like her a lot.
She said that since I was due for a colonoscopy (read, very very overdue, but one of the reasons I like her is that she doesn't scold me), I should have one, anyway. And if it didn't show anything, then maybe an EGD (esophageogastroduodenoscopy). Musing aloud, she said, "Of course, if they don't find anything, they'll want to do an EGD, but if they do find something, they are still probably going to want to do an EGD, so, I think, I'll refer you to have them both done. Maybe they can do them at the same time."
So, near as I can tell, they are planning on sticking a tube down my throat, another one up my ass, and see if they can't meet in the middle. It would be difficult to describe how very excited I am at the prospect. At least I will be absolutely unconscious for the procedure. Yay?
So, where is that option where I become a brain in a jar? Because I need that, stat.
Later today, I need to call my insurance company and make sure they will pay for all of this. Gods, I hate medicine in the US.
