Second Endoscopy is on the books. In the books? On? Well, hopefully you are wiser than me and know what I mean. It has been completed. It no longer niggles at me as the last surgeon-ordered step to check off. Well, I haven't finished my book yet. He did order that. But I'm still reading. No more evaluations or appointments. Except with him. Okay, forget everything I've just said. I'm still cloudy-brained from the most lovely drugs I was given for the second endoscopy I had yesterday that is now HISTORY. Although I'm a girl, so that makes it HERSTORY. Right? Right.
They got my IV in with one try this time! Power of prayer my friends, power of prayer. And my tummy was completely empty, as my light headedness, nausea, and zombie-like state attested to. Dr. Pretty eyes got all the pictures he needed. He took biopsies of polyps. He apparently scraped sandpaper down my throat too because last night my throat started hurting and that has continued today. Hmmm. It didn't hurt last time! But then again nachos prevented him from doing very much then. <Not my fault. I followed the rules.>
The worst part of this one was the tummy prep. I could only have clear liquids as long as they weren't red or purple. Can we all agree that the best jello and popsicles are RED? And grape is a close second! By 1 pm, without coffee or breakfast or coffee or lunch or coffee, I was certain I would be a goner by 2 pm. I called and whined, uh hmm, I mean asked if I could pretty please with sugar on top have a protein shake. After some discussion with an unidentified person she said yes. (I may or may not have been sniffling while I waited.)
Side note: Dr. Pretty eyes told me that had been a really good idea for me. I batted my eyelashes and said, "I know, right!" Woman with diabetes here ... nutrition, particularly protein is mighty important!
I've been blending away on my kitchen power tool. Holy cow have I arrived at the promised land of blenders. People fool around with those pitiful little $30 jobs from Wal-Mart that walk themselves across the counter because they know no better! Me loves my Ninja!
The race is on to gather needed supplies, make lists of anything and everything to do with surgery and post op events as well as enjoy lasts that may never be part of my life again. I have no idea what my new tum tum will tolerate ... likely sugar will become rather unpleasant (and let's be honest, I won't need to let sugar be a part of my life anyway).
I'm working through a lot in my head too. I'm hoping the fast of sorts that the surgery will induce will give me time to realize that feeling better and living longer will be way more satisfying than eating crap I don't have any business ingesting.
I'm worn out. I should have taken it easier today. The pooches woke me up at like 7. On a Saturday. A Saturday people! I hurried to my devotions and gave God so much praise for the modern day miracle I felt I received yesterday of getting that scope over with. Once I was done, I started back to work on a baby quilt I'm anxious to get completed. I ran some errands this afternoon and those were my undoing. So. Very. Exhausted.
I'll have to go back and see what all I've blogged about and what I might need to blog about in the future. I don't know how much I've talked about all my little appointments I've been to. I'd like to share all of that, especially if anyone is following this journey heading for one of their own. I wonder if anybody is reading this? Leave me a comment if so and let me know if you have any questions. Answering questions is really good for me. It helps me focus on the why of this and the how and also keeps my knowledge from melting away and oozing out my ears.
I found another quote today that I found powerful:
If I take advantage of this awesome tool of surgery:
"[ I ] will have an amazing opportunity to overcome and even reverse the death sentence of morbid obesity." - Susan Leach
"He must become more, I must become less." - John 3:30
Be blessed and be blessings y'all!