Story time. Update on Endoscopy and Colonoscopy.
Prep was a fucking nightmare as I predicted. Couldn't keep my blood glucose up.
One hour of sleep Sunday night.
Low glucose Dexcom alarm woke me up about 200AM. Unable to eat anything due to Propofol anesthesia upcoming in about 6 hours. I figured my best course of action would be to go to the ER in the hospital in which I would be having the procedure done in order to get hooked up with a Dextrose IV in the ER, and I assumed they would then just wheel me to the GI lab when the 730AM procedure time rolled around.
The hospital in which it was performed is fantastic, but the ER at this hospital is notorious for violence, gunfights, and as a nurse put it to me..."crazy and violent people".
Jumped in the shower. Glucose dropping further about 3 points every 5 minutes. Getting nauseous.
Raced to the car and headed to the ER. Jumped a curb on the way there. I won't go into the details of this accident, but it wasn't my fault and had nothing to do with my driving capabilities. This accident happened a few hundred yards from the ER entrance.
Left the car on the curb, because it was a curbed island in a pitch dark parking lot and the front wheels were lifted off the ground, rendering the car unable to drive. Fast walked to the ER.
Verbally backed down some asshole in the ER who was about to get violent with some poor guy on crutches.
Spouse went back to see about the car. I asked a security guard to go with her considering the neighborhood and the time of night. Security guard escorted her.
Spouse called AAA THREE TIMES to get a tow. They gave her the run around and said no trucks were available until 800AM.
They took me back into a room in the ER and gave me a huge syringe of IV Dextrose via IV.
I asked them to leave the IV in so I could walk through the hospital to the GI lab at procedure time. They said absolutely not. I had to be discharged from the ER first, then walk through the hospital to the GI lab, and then get ANOTHER IV inserted.
Got to the GI lab. Spouse tried to call AAA again. She got the run around. I called them and used verbal persuasion to get "a motherfucking tow truck there right now because this is the 4th fucking time they have been called".
Tow truck tows car to my mechanic. Brake lines snapped and some other damage. $1,300 bill, Hopefully, the car will be fixed today.
Hooked up with another IV in the GI lab. Nurse tells me that next time, I need to be admitted the might before to do the prep as this is sometimes necessary for Type 1 diabetics. She said that the prep is a shock to the diabetic's system, and it also inhibits carb absorption, rendering it next to impossible to raise glucose levels if they take a nosedive.
Propofol for anesthesia. It's a good drug, but it burns like hell going in through the IV. Slept like a baby during both the colonoscopy and the endoscopy.
7 polyps removed and they are being biopsied. This is concerning to me, because I grew 7 polyps in just 2 years since my last colonoscopy.
Areas were also biopsied in the upper GI area.
Still feeling drained. Awaiting biopsy results. Hope to pick up repaired vehicle later today.
The End.
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I’m glad you’re OK. I had four polyps last time and they told me to come back in three years. I only hope I’m still alive. Good luck on everything and feel better
Your courage and strength are amazing.
Hang in there, and please keep us updated.
Took me 2 weeks to convince THEM I have a good Dr-ordered solution that the chronic hives I get. Nobody LISTENS to what you say. They only select for answers that fit their boxes. 
Good luck on biopsies and car. That must have made sucky night even better!
It sounds like you went through an ordeal the medical center should have prevented. I am so glad you didn't kill yourself driving to the er.
Since the fall, things haven't been right.
I appreciate your good wishes and advice.
Thank you.
❤️
Some of these parking lots are not lighted properly.
It's extremely poor designing to place curbed islands or huge boulders in parking lots!
My fingers are crossed for good news on the biopsy results.
I missed the street for the ER and had to turn around in the parking lot and every single light in that lot was turned off.
The anesthesiologist told me that two doctors did the same thing in that lot...curbed their cars!
Thank you for the good wishes!
I hope everything will be OK now. Nobody deserves to endure all what you did.
