Seems pretty obvious right? Well, when you're "young" (yes, I think I am too young for this shit), you don't want to acknowledge that there is a problem... you just think "oh, I ate something nasty", or "it's probably nothing". Well, I noticed for a while (maybe years), that I was bleeding. Just a little here and there, but it's totally "normal".
This summer, I noticed a lot more than usual, and doing what I thought was best, I called my TCMP (Traditional Chinese Medicine Practitioner), Laura (*who by the way is the most amazing human and I trust her with my life). I honestly thought she could "Chinese Medicine" away my problem. She was insistent that I needed to call my doctor ASAP...basically forcing me to go the "Western" way against my will. So, reluctantly I did....my doctor told me I needed to get a colonoscopy!!! FUCKKKKKKK!!! NOOOOOO!!! No way. Nope. I don't want to do the prep (I heard about this terrible prep process from my elders (aka parents), and there was NO way that I needed it. No. I debated several times whether or not to cancel....I told my partner (aka "boyfriend" of 15 years * don't fucking ask me why we aren't married. Leave me alone!), and he forced me to go ahead with it.
I had my colonoscopy (the prep was awful by the way.. I feel like vomiting just thinking about it), on Sept 1st 2020. When it was done, and I was dying of starvation, I was ready to get the fuck out of there..."ok, gotta eat, byeeeeee!" as I ran towards the door. The doctor pulled me aside and said that he found something ("yeah, yeah, yeah, speed it up boy, I gotta eat"), and that he had to refer me to a surgeon. Still, I left there thinking, it's a polyp and we will get this bitch out and be done with it. That's not what happened.
Note: I made my partner drive me to A&W on the way home for a breakfast sandwich (which is the best thing in life)
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