Yesterday I had an appointment with a new doctor. I believe we are on Dr. H at this point, although I honestly don’t remember anymore… So Dr. H it is…
Dr. H is an uber-specialist. What do I mean by that? She comes highly recommended. I’ve only ever heard good things, and she is nearly impossible to see. It was Dr. C, my rheumatologist, who got me an appointment with her.
Dr. H is a gastroenterologist. I started seeing Dr. D (when I first got sick), also a gastroenterologist, but he was a liver specialist (and it turned out my liver was fine), and Dr. H is known for all things related to the stomach/intestines.
I’ve been having various gastrointestinal issues for a while now. Some that I’ve tried to ignore, some that have gotten progressively worse. It appears that the main concern, as it often seems to be, is that one autoimmune disease tends to bring others with it. So given my history, there is the potential of something autoimmune going on beyond lupus and rheumatoid arthritis, related to the gastrointestinal area.
In the back of my mind, for me, the worst case scenario regarding this appointment would be being sent for a colonoscopy. And, well, that’s exactly what I got.
Now I know, in the grand scheme of things, this is a simple outpatient procedure. Drinking some gross stuff, mild sedation, and two to three hours of my life. That’s it. Easy-peasy.
But I don’t know…
As the woman at the check-out desk attempts to schedule me for the endoscopy and colonoscopy, the power goes out (seriously – I swear, I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried).
Is that a sign that I should run away with my innards still intact and unexplored?
In the end, I don’t run. I sit there, on pins and needles, thinking how ironic it all is. The nurse is being super nice to me because she knows the procedure she’s about to schedule me for is usually reserved for people at least twice my age.
And it’s ironic that it’s the age factor that bothers me the most, and not the fact that someone’s going to stick a camera up my ass…
The good thing is that Dr. H seems super nice, and she will be the one to do the procedures. In many ways, it seems like this is the most prudent thing to do. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous and apprehensive about this, because I am.
The whole lack of control thing definitely comes into play here. As the education nurse reviewed all of the paper work and information about the procedures with me, I laughed to myself at the fact that it says you shouldn’t try to walk home from the hospital after a colonoscopy (go figure!).
But that would be me. I’d probably try to walk home from the hospital just to prove that it can be done. But alas, they won’t start the procedure if your designated driver/responsible adult isn’t present and they won’t let you leave without them, either.
So there it is. This is going to be good. It’s going to be great. Well, maybe it’s just going to be fine…