Yeah, the clean-out is interesting. Everything comes out - plastic armyman, dead gerbil, ex-wife's pinkie ring.
Going for my second in 3 yrs in May. Had one polyp removed in 2010, the nasty kind that'll get you. Lucky for me. How'd I get there? I got campylobacter for Christmas, 2009, led to endo and colon scopes, led to finding the bad polyp. No family history, regular as a German train. Just one of those things.
Beware: the drugs are like a truth serum. Though you won't remember anything, you're not unconscious and you are responsive to questions. They need you to be able to move around on the table some and they ask you things like if you hurt, or would like some Kenny G. on the MP3, etc. When I came to in the o/p recovery, my wife, MD, and nurse were laughing. They wouldn't tell me what was so funny. My wife later told me that my MD, an African American, told my wife I'd need to come back in 3 yrs and I said something like once you go black, you never go back.
I took a bottle of Ardbeg with me for the MD and some coins for the Charon as I'd asked my wife to smother me with a pillow if they found someting real bad.
The anxiety greatly exceeded the actual event. I plan on dying by some other much more fun way.
Here's the pics!
