On Wednesday I wrote that I was getting ready for a colonoscopy as a routine part of my medical care. Yes, more than a teeth cleaning, but in some respects, just as routine. I wrote about this because I thought it might serve as a reminder for some, and as a bit of encouragement for others, to do similarly. Lot of folks keep "meaning to do" tests like this until some major health issue makes them do it.
Some folks felt it was a fairly gross thing to share and others were concerned about my health, otherwise why would I be having this test? I felt a lot of love over the last couple of days and have seen some deeply concerned faces. Am I okay? Yes, I'm okay.
The preparation isn't fun; lots of liquids, none of them tasty, but none of them truly horrendous. I've had truly horrendous and what I had to drink won't make the same list. Having to stay in the house because of all that drinking certainly wasn't my idea of a fun thing to do, even on a Thursday night, but again, not horrendous.
On Fridays at the Endoscopy Center in Pasadena they play 60s music. As I walked to my bed a warmed blanket is brought to cover me. The nurses and everyone who was involved was pretty chipper. When I closed my eyes and listened to the hubbub around it seemed like I was at a 60s retro diner rather than the waiting and recovery area at the center.
Simply put, having a colonoscopy, like a lot of other mid-life health check-ups, increases my odds of my continuing to enjoy such moments. That's way better than the other option.