The secret word is Propofol. I had a colonoscopy some time ago, and admittedly I did not really look forward to the procedure. And adding insult to injury, I knew every single person in the OR when I was wheeled in, “dressed” only my hospital gown.
The day before the colonoscopy, I was only allowed to drink water, and near the evening I had to take strong laxatives which kind of messed up my rectum (because that’s where the problem was located). That was the hardest part.
The next morning, I was ready (in my gown) in the OR for the show to begin. The friendly anesthesiologist said “Sleep tight 🙂,” and then intravenously injected Propofol into the IV line. I did not really understand, but after a few seconds my eyes closed just like that.
When I woke up, it was over and done with.
The culprit in my rectum had been found (a necrotized polyp the size of a mushroom) — it would have to be surgically removed later on — my behind was on fire (and that would last for a week), but for the rest I felt really great, thanks to the Propofol.
(This is the sedation Michael Jackson’s personal physician Conrad Murray gave to Jackson “to help him sleep.” As if you want to dry your dishes with a hammer. Anyway.)
So is a colonoscopy as bad as they say ?
Not at all.
It’s a walk in the park.
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