Colonoscopy First timer
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morganj614
New Member
Geek said:
It was an overall good experience. I did have a polyp and a pocket but they removed the polyp and it was clear. You'll be fine, you'll see. Tonight is the worst part so get soft t.p.
mv_princess
mv = margaritaville
Geek said:
Let us know everything is ok later!
Good luck! You'll be fine
Midnightrider
Well-Known Member
when i had mine done (sigmoidoscopy- awake the whole time) the worst part was that they wheeled me into a room and just as they began a couple of nurses came in to watch, then a couple more, and the next thing you know it was like they were giving me the alien anal probe in the lunch room or something. I think there were 2 people working on me and 6 watching, just a little humiliating, but i have embarrased myself more with my pants on.
bcp
In My Opinion
Ah yes, the Colonoscopy.
I remeber it well.
The night before when I began the preperation for my blessed event, I remember drinking the gallon of liquid, 8 ounces at a time, 15 minute intervals.
Around the third glass I recall thinking that, Im getting full, and nothing is coming back out, I wonder if something is wrong. So, I went outside to smoke a cig and think about this situation. It started working.
So, I came in and changed my shorts, took a shower, grabbed the rest of the gallon of the liquid, my glass and a book and resigned myself to the library where I felt safe as far as my laundry requirments were concerned.
I stayed there for some time.
The next morning I arrived at the appointed establishment for my photo shoot, I remember sitting in the waiting room and wondering why at the age of 44 was I at least 40 years younger than the rest of the individuals waiting.
My turn came, I was brought into the little partitioned room and asked to change into this rather attractive robe complete with rear seat ventilation.
As I sat there, I heard the sounds of rather loud flatuence coming from other little partitioned rooms all around me, I concluded that these old people were most likely having mufflers installed to quite their release of long stored exhaust. So I waited.
and I waited.
and waited.
and waited.
A nurse finally came in and I was brought into this room that contained some intersting equipment, and a tv screen that was mounted to the wall.
I was set up with an IV, and as the drip began to flow, I became very relaxed, and to be honest, more than willing to show my butt to the world.
What I presume was a doctor entered the room and I thought that everything was in place to begin my photo op. Things were a bit fuzzy at this time by I remember wondering why the minivan was pulling into my room, then one by one a team of spulunkers came into the room, each carrying equipment, a lunch and a nikon camera. as they were loading the van, ramps were being installed from the floor to my anal orifice. Yes, I was concerned at this point, yet the calming affect of the drugs kept me from running out of the room.
as the van entered my now fully expanded by air ass, I watched on the tv screen. I saw them driving up a ways, then getting out and walking around poking and prodding, and taking shots of my inner most secrets. It might have been more comfortable had they not been wearing spiked shoes for traction.
they found a lump of some sort, and after looking at it and taking some more shots, they went back to the van and retrieved what looked like a piece of cloth, They covered the lump. I wondered what they were doing until I realized that it was their lunch break and they were using the lump as a table. I didnt mind much, but lighting the candle in the center of the "table" was a bit much.
this went on for some time, driving, walking and prodding, taking pictures.
When they had completed the journey and were ready to return, the drip was increased as they began their three point turn to reverse their position for the drive back out.
I did wake up in the same area that I had been in prior to the exploration, and was given a small glass of cranberry juice.
My insides felt stretched.
As I lay there, The urge to release toxic fumes came over me, so I let it go. I shot the blanket all the way across the room knocking over an elderly women that was using a walker for balance.
The next release sent me and my bed rolling back into the wall.
After that, I was strapped down, and a protective exhaust barrier was set up to protect the other individuals in the room from injury.
It only took a few days to get over the pain, and for my insides to shrink back to a normal size, But to this day, I can not fart without proper precautions taken to protect those around me.
good luck in the procedure.
by the way,, since they also do the other end at the same place, has anyone ever wondered if they use the same camera for both ends?
I mean, if you are having the upper are looked at, did that camera just come out of an 80 year old womens ass?
I remeber it well.
The night before when I began the preperation for my blessed event, I remember drinking the gallon of liquid, 8 ounces at a time, 15 minute intervals.
Around the third glass I recall thinking that, Im getting full, and nothing is coming back out, I wonder if something is wrong. So, I went outside to smoke a cig and think about this situation. It started working.
So, I came in and changed my shorts, took a shower, grabbed the rest of the gallon of the liquid, my glass and a book and resigned myself to the library where I felt safe as far as my laundry requirments were concerned.
I stayed there for some time.
The next morning I arrived at the appointed establishment for my photo shoot, I remember sitting in the waiting room and wondering why at the age of 44 was I at least 40 years younger than the rest of the individuals waiting.
My turn came, I was brought into the little partitioned room and asked to change into this rather attractive robe complete with rear seat ventilation.
As I sat there, I heard the sounds of rather loud flatuence coming from other little partitioned rooms all around me, I concluded that these old people were most likely having mufflers installed to quite their release of long stored exhaust. So I waited.
and I waited.
and waited.
and waited.
A nurse finally came in and I was brought into this room that contained some intersting equipment, and a tv screen that was mounted to the wall.
I was set up with an IV, and as the drip began to flow, I became very relaxed, and to be honest, more than willing to show my butt to the world.
What I presume was a doctor entered the room and I thought that everything was in place to begin my photo op. Things were a bit fuzzy at this time by I remember wondering why the minivan was pulling into my room, then one by one a team of spulunkers came into the room, each carrying equipment, a lunch and a nikon camera. as they were loading the van, ramps were being installed from the floor to my anal orifice. Yes, I was concerned at this point, yet the calming affect of the drugs kept me from running out of the room.
as the van entered my now fully expanded by air ass, I watched on the tv screen. I saw them driving up a ways, then getting out and walking around poking and prodding, and taking shots of my inner most secrets. It might have been more comfortable had they not been wearing spiked shoes for traction.
they found a lump of some sort, and after looking at it and taking some more shots, they went back to the van and retrieved what looked like a piece of cloth, They covered the lump. I wondered what they were doing until I realized that it was their lunch break and they were using the lump as a table. I didnt mind much, but lighting the candle in the center of the "table" was a bit much.
this went on for some time, driving, walking and prodding, taking pictures.
When they had completed the journey and were ready to return, the drip was increased as they began their three point turn to reverse their position for the drive back out.
I did wake up in the same area that I had been in prior to the exploration, and was given a small glass of cranberry juice.
My insides felt stretched.
As I lay there, The urge to release toxic fumes came over me, so I let it go. I shot the blanket all the way across the room knocking over an elderly women that was using a walker for balance.
The next release sent me and my bed rolling back into the wall.
After that, I was strapped down, and a protective exhaust barrier was set up to protect the other individuals in the room from injury.
It only took a few days to get over the pain, and for my insides to shrink back to a normal size, But to this day, I can not fart without proper precautions taken to protect those around me.
good luck in the procedure.
by the way,, since they also do the other end at the same place, has anyone ever wondered if they use the same camera for both ends?
I mean, if you are having the upper are looked at, did that camera just come out of an 80 year old womens ass?
morganj614
New Member
bcp! That was the olden days. No more gallon of liquid and I was out like a light. You're gonna scare the sh!t outta her.....wait, maybe that's a good thing 
Geek
New Member
morganj614 said:
That was the funniest story!!Thanks a lot for remebering it here.
I loved it.
Every little bit out helps..maybe my last meal should have been bad chinese food..
mv_princess
mv = margaritaville
yay!! congrats! Glad to hear everything is ok!!
