The day finally came for Jerry to have the colonoscopy that his cancer doctor told him he needed to have. His doctor told me to have one too because we are both over 50 and have never had one. I decided right away I wasn't having one. I don't like most doctors, and they don't like me. I've been FIRED by them because I refused to take hormone replacement therapy -- or the anxiety drugs -- or have a hysterectomy (which I had later).
The vein doctor was mean and he hurt me a lot.
The lady doctor who performed my hysterectomy messed something up that causes me to have a lot of pain at "times", if you catch my drift.
A dentist slapped me when I was a teenager.
One doctor gave me a Penicillin shot when I was 11 years old. I walked out of his office and fainted in the waiting room.
I had another lady-type surgical procedure when I was in my early 20's. I was home having breakfast the next morning when something tore or broke or whatever, and I started hemorrhaging all over the kitchen floor. Because I was eating my breakfast when that happened, the surgeon at ER would not sedate me as he cauterized the torn area. It was terribly painful.
So you can understand why I don't like doctors or surgical procedures.
I went to pick Jerry up at Mercy Hospital (which I LOVE), and I was led back to the recovery area where Jerry was still sawing logs. I talked with the nurse for a long time. She was SO complimentary of me. She liked my blouse. She liked my smile. She EVEN said I had gorgeous veins. That one was a REAL SURPRISE to me because I have always hated the way my veins show so much in my hands.
She said the doctor would be in to talk to me. Sure enough, in just a few moments, he was there.
He was NOT AT ALL what you would expect a doctor to look like. He looked like one of those bearded guys in the Mountain Men shows. Gray scraggly beard. He was probably as old as we are, or older. He walked right up to me and put his hand out to me. He shook my hand very sweetly.
He pulled out a picture from an envelope and showed it to me. It was Jerry's "pictures". He said Jerry was in fabulous shape for his age, and he didn't need to come back for ten years.
I told him I wasn't surprised at all. I told him Jerry had never had any problems in that area, however, I was a different story. He told me that I needed to come in and have it done because of my age. I told him what I just told you about my bad luck with doctors and procedures.
He took my hand in both of his hands, and he looked me straight in the eyes. He said, "I will treat you the exact same way I would treat my wife or my daughter. You don't have to worry about anything. I promise I will take excellent care of you, and you will have good memories and sweet dreams afterward."
WOW! I wanted to knock Jerry off his roller bed, jump up in his place, and say, "Doc, Take me away now!"
Jerry was VERY HUNGRY after two days of only liquid and the nasty stuff you have to drink for two days. I don't know if I could get past that part. We went to Longhorn's and had a great steak dinner with all the trimmings. Jerry feels just fine. He is supposed to be RESTING. The only way that will happen is if I get some more of whatever they knocked him out with at the hospital.
PRAISE GOD for the excellent results of the exam.
I need to go do something, although I really can't think of what. I just feel guilty sitting in this recliner with my laptop when Jerry is working after just having that procedure done.
Be back soon.