Today, Josh had his first colonoscopy. A very routine procedure, and yet, when they called me back after he was done, I was nervous. I have never seen him in the hospital before. I mean, this wasn’t a hospital, it was the second floor of his gastroenterologist’s office. But I was still a little anxious when they pulled the curtain back on the recovery area where he had been wheeled. I worry about him and his health. He worries about himself and his health.
When I saw him, it was very strange. He was hooked to a heart monitor and had the remains of an i.v. in his arm. He was laying on his side in the gown and obviously, he was also very groggy.
But that’s when the nervousness wore off and the hilarity began. Not to embarrass him, because I know he reads this, but let me just say, his love of UFO podcasts made it’s way into the dialogue he had with me and his nurse. My shy, introverted, anti-social husband became a stand-up comic right there in the recovery room. Of course, he has no memory whatsoever of what he said. I have delighted in telling him what transpired.
He proclaimed his love of propofol throughout the rest of the day. When they say a colonoscopy is the best nap you’ll ever have, they mean it! He told me how refreshed he felt after it. He said they should sell little bottles of it. I reminded him Michael Jackson had the same sentiment about it and that’s what ultimately killed him.
Now that the day is winding down, I’m cooking dinner because he can finally eat again. The propofol is long gone from his system and what remains is a clean colon. Nothing to see here. The doctor even complimented him on how well he prepped. No need to come back until 10 years have gone by.
I’m hopeful that this will be the last time until that 10 years is up that I see him laying in a hospital bed hooked up to a machine, even if it was just monitoring his blood pressure.
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