>Before the anesthesiologist pumped me full of a sweet afternoon nap, the GI suggested that I not drive, operate heavy machinery, or make any financial or personal decisions until the next day. I reassured him that I try to avoid driving as much as possible any way; that while I wish I could find some interesting heavy machinery to operate in general, I have never been lucky enough to do so; that I already made a big person decision on Tuesday; and that almost all of my financial decisions are entrusted to Husband. Thus I was good to go.

The doctor explained that first he would put on a white plastic apron and “look like an employee at Blimpie’s.” I responded that was great, as I had not eaten in 19 or so hours, and could really use a sandwich. We all chuckled, the anesthesiologist let the anesthesia flow, the room spun for a second, and I had a lovely sleep for what seemed like 3 minutes before I was being shaken awake. Oh, how I would have loved to sleep for another 30 minutes or so.

In the end, everything appeared to be fine on the surface. I received a print out with five exciting pictures of my esophagus, stomach, and duodenum. (As soon as I can scan them, you better believe I will proudly post them up.) A sample is being sent to a lab for biopsy, and the results will be back in about a week. I ate a pack of cookies, compliments of the doctor, and then was greeted by my beloved co-workers who came to pick me up. We took off and I stopped at a Dunkin’ Donuts for a jelly donut. (Why not? I had eaten only Jell-O before 9 am and then the cookies.)

The weird thing is that once the procedure was over, I had to take a crap. That is not right, as I had not eaten anything in a very long time and my system should have been clear. So we’ll see what happens.