Despite my good friend and regular contributor George Poleczech‘s most fervent hope and plea, there will be no photographs posted here today.
Despite my good friend and regular contributor George Poleczech‘s most fervent hope and plea, there will be no photographs posted here today.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, then a thousand words is of reciprocal value. And I could easily pen a thousand words about colonoscopy and its equally distressing co-procedure: The Upper GI endoscopy.
My first experience with Upper GI was done twenty years ago without benefit of throat membrane deadening — which meant ten to fifteen minutes of retching, as my tormentor systematically fed that tube down into my gullet. A few days later the same crew gave me anesthetic and fed a different tube up my poop chute. At least I hope it was not the same tube.
As they began the drip they instructed me to count down backward from a hundred. I made it to ninety-nine.
I don’t know how many words this is, but you get the picture.
I’m glad you survived; and I look forward to show and tell because I know they provide pictures.
— George