So, I had my colonoscopy and endoscopy combo. Going in was fine. I was nervous, but more about the IV than the actually procedure(s). Mainly because the last time I was in for a procedure, it took six needle pokes to get the vein. Thankfully, that didn't happen this time. Finally they wheeled me into the room and put me under.
Apparently, I ranted about egg-creams before I was completely knocked out, which I have no memory of. I suspect it was mainly because I was thinking of having one after everything was said and done. Also, apparently before I became fully aware, I tried getting out of bed to go to the bathroom. Than apparently I started ranting about NaNo, apologizing to my grandma about something that happened the day before, and talking about going to the bathroom. I became aware as I started talking about my college essay I had needed to write for my English class. The first thing I remember after coming out of it.
On the way home, my grandma compared it to being drunk. To which I replied, (something to the effect of) "It's drunkenness without the alcohol." Right now I'm laid up feeling very, very sore. And a little bloaty because of the gas they had pumped in to make more room for the tube. >.<
Never, ever again: the prep. That was the worst part. I had to take Miralax. There is nothing 'laxing or miracle-y about it. It tasted awful. Tasteless my ass. My poor sore, abused ass. I nearly puked more than once from the taste alone. But I got it down. O yes I did. Take that! Miralax. I defeated you with my mad skillz. (not really) I'm pretty tired right now but I can't fall asleep. The result is this rather ramble-y livejournal post. Bah.
To take up my awake time, I'm reading fanfic, listening to music, and working on my characters for NaNo. (the fic is a reward for trooper-ing on in my quest to flesh out my characters. The MC is giving me a hard time.)