Ah, the joys of getting old.
Since I had the initial conversation with my doctor, I’ve been bombarded with random statistics about colonoscopies, usually warning against the possibility of a fatality.
Usually from a friend recalling the “chat” with her doctor before the procedure.
Usually from a sitcom about a cutsie 40-something who’s been putting off preventative procedures like mammograms.
Usually from some random pro-abortion ads that are leaking through to the mainstream media (my post title inspired from here, another from Last Week Tonight with John Oliver).
(Worst way to die line approximately 6:20)
It gave me a chuckle, to be sure, but also added to my anxiety (not about being dragged behind my mom’s car).
Last week, I had a panic attack because I thought, what if I die during the colonoscopy?! I haven’t planned out 4th quarter for my classes!
Then I thought, I’ll be dead. I won’t care about lesson plans. Then I got mad at the hypothetical people who might be mad that I didn’t leave lesson plans and so promised that I’d definitely come back to haunt their insensitive asses for not being more upset at my death!
All in all, a pretty healthy way to prepare for the esophagogastroduodenoscopy and colonoscopy. 😀