Colonoscopy

As far as uncomfortable procedures go, this one was brilliant. I'd had a bad night, waking around 3.30 am with gut cramps and a multitude of violent squit attacks! In fact, they were still happening when I should have been leaving to go to the hospital, so I rang them for advice and was told, "Don't worry, it happens to lots of people, just pad yourself up well," so I arrived with half a roll of kitchen towel wadded inside my knickers!

The staff were so friendly and nice, the Chinese doctor was lovely and the worst part of it was getting the canula inserted into my vein. One they got the periscope up, it was a bit uncomfortable but nothing like the severe pain I suffered eight years ago when I last had one. They found three polyps and removed them, and then I was wheeled into the recovery room where we were all vastly entertained by a bright, twinkly lady of almost 90 who talked about the war and Anderson shelters! Maybe she was still mentally living in 1942. Hope I'm that feisty when I'm 90. They gave me a cup of coffee and some biscuits - free tea and biccies on the NHS! - and rang Mr G to get him to pick me up.

I feel fine now, apart from wind pains from them inflating the bowel to have a good look. Last time, I went to Turkey 3 days after and had what felt like severe period pains the whole time, which ruined the holiday. I feel much better this time, though I'm no closer to finding out what causes my IBS. The nice Chinese doc said, "I wouldn't mind betting it's caused by stress."
Well, I certainly have enough of that.