Zac, Drugs, & Some Mid 90's Rock-n-Roll

Today was the colonoscopy. Troy and I both woke up early, laid in bed and let our thoughts wander through the upcoming day.

"Whatcha thinking about?" he asked, scratching my back. He knows I love having my back scratched - second only to having my feet tickled and rubbed. This morning though, my feet are clear down there and my back is much closer.

He's being sweet, wondering where my thoughts are going. Am I worried about what the scope will find? Am I nervous? How's my foot? Do I feel okay? Do I want a blessing?

"Cafe Rio. I want Cafe Rio afterwards."

That's what I woke up thinking about. Sure, I had to go to the hospital and have a scope up my hiney, but it the end (HA!) it's still about the food.

At 8am, I had to do another three doses of the laxative to finish prepping. That curbed my hunger - but left me feeling a little weak. By the time we got to the hospital, I was feeling kind of punchy - like when your brain is sleep deprived. Mine was food deprived.

We went into the waiting room and you'll never believe who was there...

Zac Efron!!! I have the BIGGEST CRUSH on him.

I can't even tell you how thrilled I was to have him there.

Into the gown and waiting. Zac came with me. He's supportive like that.

Can we take this magazine home? He makes me happy.

My nurse Annie gave me the absolute best IV I have ever had.

I thought she was just drawing blood, it hurt so little.



I have to watch.




This is Chris, the technician. He's much nicer than he looks - he was just wondering why Troy was taking his picture.

See that long, black thing hanging there? That's the scope.




And this is Doctor P. He's super nice, funny, and totally down with the blog thing.
He even had a few things to say:


"Tell everyone to make sure they have a doctor who will do a thorough scope. A little two minute look isn't good enough. This is important, so have it done right."


and


"Tell them that Hootie and the Blowfish was playing when we started."

He just wanted you to know.

Annie then pushed a syringe into my IV with the most magical of drug combos: Fentanyl and Versed. Dr. P. told me to roll over on my left side and then I swear he clapped his hands together and said something to Annie like "Let's do this!", as he kind of moved to the music. I was floating...floating (I love that feeling!)...and gone. I felt nothing, I remember nothing.

The whole thing took about 35 minutes.

Sweet, sweet drugs.

Oh, it's over?

Can't.........wake........

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. p.

I don't remember taking the gown off.

I'm thinking of something good...maybe my Cafe Rio pork salad?

Nope. I just wanted Zac back in my arms.

Tell me he isn't the cutest boy you've ever seen.

Oh, and this is the one polyp that Dr. P. found. He cut that bad boy outta there and sent it to the lab. He says not to worry.

We headed home and I napped for the rest of the afternoon. When I woke up...

Okay...THIS is the cutest MAN I've ever seen.

He is the one who really makes me happy.

It's true love.