It was today.
After I got a call from Gastro Friday to remind me of the appointment and that nurse changed my arrival time in spite of me saying my paper had a different time I decided I was pretty much never getting another colonoscopy. These Gastro nurses were just jerks (she also hung up on me, although I can't really blame her, LOL).
So after a good old "just deal with it", which he should know better my roommate said he would make sure they listened in pre-op.
I made sure they allowed him into pre-op.
I don't know how much he helped in making them listen because I was so panicked it's all a blur but I know they said a nurse would be in to put the IV in and I said no, not until you're ready to put something in it.
They went and got the anesthesia nurse and doctor in there. They really listened. They understood.
Getting the IV was hell. If that had been what getting my last IV was like there's no way I could've categorized that away. Which means the anticipation of the next one won't be good.
I imagine if it took me 3 nights to get over a blood test this is going to stick for a while.
After today I'd consider another one. Yes getting the IV was terrible but the promise of some relief after it was in made it tolerable.
What I will do if there's a next time is instead of asking the consult nurse for whatever procedure I may need about dealing with my panic, I think I'll try telling them.
Drinking the prep was bad but holding back the waterfall was nothing I haven't had a lot of experience at doing. I guess long time panic disorder comes in handy for something.
No polyps. Some inflammation they have to test.