BorderCount wrote:

Wait. They actually have a procedure that involves literally eating shit? I'll take the colonoscopy, thanks.

I have no issues with a colonoscopy, but that 12 hour purge beforehand is one of the worst experiences ever.

choad wrote:

Baywolfe wrote:

I have no issues with a colonoscopy, but that 12 hour purge beforehand is one of the worst experiences ever.

I've never had one, thank you, but have winced, clenched my puckerstar and giggled unmercifully watching others go through that umm shit.

My day will come. Next month.

They put you to sleep for the procedure.  It's the greatest thing ever!  Go to sleep, wake up, go eat lunch.

The stuff you have to drink (twice) to purge the bowls would not pass the Geneva Convention standards.

I was lucky, everything still clean as a whistle up/down there.  Don't have get another one for 10 years.  Since that will put me at 73, I think I'm going to pass on ever going back.  It's been every 10 years since 40.

Do it.  It would of saved us 1+ years of medical for the wife unit, she balked several years back and lo and behold came down with cancer, and now is lined up for corrective surgery where stuff was botched after she was declared cancer free (thanks in part to CBD/THC megadosing)... and they wanted to "check to make sure the cancer was really, really gone".   She'll be home bound pretty much for 6 months. 

Get it done, seriously.

Baywolfe wrote:

I'm pretty sure it was FuckIfIKnow.  They put it in your IV, ten seconds later (seemingly) you're waking up.

I had my first ever concussion a few years ago, peddled 10 miles on a cold day in Jan, head down, tired and did not see the phone poll hook my handle bars. I had enough wit to drop the bike carefully and find a comfortable place to nap.

I came to fully alert, strapped into a crash crash cart, EMT hovering around me, and the first thing I did was check my wallet. Still there, probably unmolested. Next I tapped my shirt pocket. Cross pen, top of the line, gone. The EMT drifted away to confer.

Boys and girls, never forget first responders everywhere rarely miss targets of opportunity, even when they know the vic, and at least one of them apparently did. "Is this yours?"

They were kind enough to drop off my bike behind my house after they drove me to ER. Not a scratch on the bike.

I mention all this because a medically induced coma is entirely different. When I had surgery last June, with monitors and IVs all hooked up, the anesthesiologist read out the cocktail I was getting, and I yelled, "Fuck, I said no Benzos!" Too late. Three days later, I was still awake, dazed and confused.

Drugs are bad, m'kay? I don't respond well to any of that shit. I really would rather take the pain.