…a few weeks, or months, back; my popping along to the RPAH, for a procedure that flopped! The one where they pumped me full of gas! 😀
At 08:00 hours tomorrow, Wednesday the 27th, another attempt was to be made, and Doctor Lee had assured me,that he would supply the ‘right stuff’ to clean out all the pipes, tubes, and whatever else needed cleaning out, so that he could see if I had bowel cancer or not.
I had told him the difficulty that I have in taking the usual stuff, and he said not to worry, his stuff was easy to take, no worries; arrangements were made for me to pick this stuff up from the Radiology Dept. at the RPA, last Friday afternoon.
Friday afternoon, the War Office, and Coco, drove me to the hospital, and waited whilst I popped in to pick the stuff up, after which we took Coco for a run at the park.
On the way, I read the instructions that came with the Go-kit, as it’s aptly called; it’s designed to make you. Go that is! 😈
On reading the instructions, I announced to both the W.O & Coco, that I’d be cancelling Wednesday’s appointment as soon as I arrived home. “Why” asked she; “Because there is no way on earth, that I can possibly do, what is required” says me! “Woof” says Coco!
Just take a goosey gander at this little lot:
Now you’ll notice, if you’ve bothered reading this, that I’m required to drink, drink, and then drink some more water, not just a glass or two, but more than TWO LITRES, probably closer to 3 litres, over a period of 13 hours.
At one stage; 1pm, 2pm & 3pm ; in a 2 hour time slot I’m expected to swallow 750ml!
Where the hell I am supposed to pour all this fluid, is beyond me; I have a good day if I manage to get one full litre of fluids down, 750-800 ml usually the limit.
I don’t have the stomach for it. They took it out!
This morning I cancelled my Friday appointment with Doctor Lee. Pointless my going as he will be none the wiser, my having cancelled out of the ‘Colongraphy’ procedure. Perhaps they might have a rethink, about how to conduct this procedure on people that have had their stomachs removed, and the problems that these people have when it comes to pouring stuff down their throats.
You might have gathered; I’m feeling a trifle grumpy about the whole sorry saga.
If I have bowel cancer then so be it!