I recently had my first colonoscopy, so you know that I had to write a #LIHerald column about the experience….
The doctor wished me a good sleep. Then I blacked out. I awoke a half-hour later, but it felt as if only seconds had passed. I couldn’t open my eyes. It was if they were squeezed shut. But I could hear women chatting about cooking and a heart monitor beeping.
Slowly, as the anesthesia wore off, I was able to pry open my eyelids, and I awoke to the sight of the gurney’s shiny aluminum bars. I turned to lie flat on my back. A nurse passed and inquired how I was as she went. “I’m fine,” I replied. “Thank you.” She returned and gave me apple juice and graham crackers, which tasted divine.
It was over. The test that I had feared for years was done.
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