The prep was not much fun but the procedure was fine. I think I was supposed to be completely knocked out but I wasn't completely out. I remember hearing the doctor and nurse talking and somewhat felt the exam. But it seemed like I was in a dreamlike state. I remember the talking, but like waking up from a dream, the further from the dream the less likely I am to remember the dream's details - in this case what the conversation was about.
Before the exam I met the doctor for the first time. He mainly wanted to tell me of three risks of the exam and to stress how low their chances are. One risk is a tear in the intestine. When I mentioned that shouldn't be a problem since that could be fixed, he said it would require surgury. The implication - unsaid by him - was that it would be in a hospital and maybe not by him. He then emphasized the chances of a tear are something like 1 in 5,000 procedures.
"What the heck... let's start the exam."
The exam was good other than finding one polyp. The office will test it and let me know the results in a week.
The polyp looks different depending on the view.
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