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I once had a camera jammed up my urethra to rule out bladder cancer. The procedure involved a cute nurse filling my bladder with some liquid that is supposed to numb you by inserting a giant turkey baster in me. When my bladder was full, she secured the end of my dick with a metal clamp. Twenty minutes later the doctor undid the clamp and quickly slid a camera all the way up to my bladder and looked around. This was just about a week after getting a prostate biopsy.
I would do a hundred colonoscopies if it would save me from having to do one of the aforementioned tests again.
Remind me not to get bladder cancer.



Oh, you just did!
 
My mother died of colon cancer, so I get these every five years. The worst part, really, is the prep. As Wilmer points out, the anesthesia makes the procedure easy, though I didn't feel so good after last year's procedure; the anesthesia had me feeling pretty off for most of the day. That had never happened to me before.

In the old days, they just got you blasted on dilaudid on a few other choice drugs so that you weren't really out, you just didn't know or care what was going on. This resulted in pretty much the rest of the day being spent in a fog.

Now, they give you propofol so you are really out. You also wake up feeling great. Unless you have Michael Jackson's doctor, then you just don't wake up.
 
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Colon cancer is serious business. I know, im a lucky survivor. It's kinda a hassle but can save your life as I'm sure you know.
 
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Colon cancer is serious business. I know, im a lucky survivor. It's kinda a hassle but can save your life as I'm sure you know.
I do indeed. I don't mind the every five year deal, but having to redo it after a year sucks. They changed the prep; I never had a problem with the previous prep.

Day two of not eating and I am starting to get grumpy. :old:
 
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