I have not had much hospital interaction in my life. In high school, I had minor out-patient surgery to fix ingrown toenails. Then I worked at St. Joseph’s Hospital as part of the Y2K team when I was in college.
Yesterday, I was at the William Osler Health Center in North Etobicoke for an endoscope exam. I’ve previously written about the acid reflux issues that I have had for years; this was to see what was going on.
It was a series of firsts for me. I’ve never had an intravenous needle before – alright, that one is a stretch since I used to donate blood and platelets frequently. But in my mind these are two different things for some reason. The IV was to administer the sedative Propofol. Being sedated – even mildly like this – was definitely a new experience.
Honestly, I wish there was more that I could write about it. I was laying on my side on the gurney. The nurse provided a mouthpiece for me to bite on that would allow the doctor to insert the endoscope. Then I was suddenly in the recovery room. Just like that; light switch off, light switch back on.
Propofol definitely lives up to its nickname, “milk of amnesia.”
I did not feel the least bit groggy or dazed. My mother had accompanied me to assist with the trip back home, but she didn’t need to. Ah well, it was nice to see her again.
There is a follow-up with the doctor in a few weeks. All I learned is that my esophagus has become inflamed.
Fortunately, I have switched to decaffeinated Tim Horton’s coffee. That has provided at least a 90% improvement with the reflux. I should still lose weight as well; but I cannot seem to get motivated in that department.