Woke up with a little soup in the chute. Sprayed that out - clearish yellow. Went to surgery center.
Anesthesia is really cool. At first everything got weird / muffled. I said “weird/muffled” and they said “that’s the —-caine.” The other stuff may burn in your arm a little. Then I said “I feel it in my arm…”. Then I woke up.
3 polyps. Biopsies pending. Glad I did it and as far as the doctor, nurses, everyone that cared for me - they were awesome.
For posterity:
1. You do/can dream under anesthesia. I did.
2. I was afraid I would say something while woozy and my wife would hold that shit against me. Not an issue - when I woke up I was in control.
3. Anesthesia hits hard. It’s not like “had one too many shots and went to sleep.” More like a deer when the bulllet hits it before it ever hears a sound. Out.
4. Be nice to the nurses, etc., and odds are they will give you a smooth ride. I can’t imagine what that would have been like if they were bitchy.
5. I’ll go back as often as necessary. Comparing it to a day in my normal life - not that bad. Prep tastes like lemon flavored laguna madre water and you’ll squirt every ounce back out, but other than it’s just an inconvenience.
If this buys me 1 more year of life, 5 more years of life, 20? Worth every bit of hassle.