This is an account of an upper endoscopy I underwent yesterday. I hope you enjoy it.
A couple of weeks ago my GP suggested I undergo an upper endoscopy. I had been having recurring issues with GERD which calmed down with medication, but returned instantly when I stopped.
I was quite apprehensive about undergoing the exam, and my GP wasn’t very helpful in giving any additional information. After a few weeks I finally mustered the courage to make an appointment for the endoscopy. I chose to go to a private clinic which was open on a Saturday so that I didn’t have to take time off work.
I woke up on Saturday morning, already exhausted from the short night I had and stomach grumbling from fasting since the previous evening. When making the appointment, I had been given the choice between local anesthetic or “to be asleep”. As I didn’t think I would make it through an entire exam with just a spray in my throat, I opted for the second option. In all honesty I did not think I would truly be asleep during the exam, since there was no pre op visit with an anesthetist or questionnaire to fill in. I had also been told I could return home unaccompanied. I guess I expected some form of light sedation.
To my surprise, when I arrived at the clinic I was asked to fill in a form for the anesthetist, which did nothing to help my nerves. After filling in the form I was sent to a waiting room. As I took in the drab dark green decoration and concrete floors, I started wondering what the difference was supposed to be from a normal public hospital. The only other person in the room was an older gentleman, who occasionally interrupted the deafening silence to clear his throat loudly.
After waiting for about 20 minutes the nurse came in and called my name. I was led to an exam room where I could already see some equipment set up. She led me to the back of the room where there was a screen to undress. Having had no information regarding the exam, I had no idea whether I would have to put on a gown or could stay in my own clothes. Luckily, I was only asked to take off my shoes and leave my coat and handbag on a chair. A few minutes later a handsome dark man in scrubs entered the room. He introduced himself as the anesthetist and asked me to lay down on the gurney which had just been wheeled in. I should mention I am short (5 foot 1), so I knew there was no way I could get on that gurney without any assistance. The anesthetist understood my dilemma, and provided me with a step.
Once I was on the gurney, I felt vulnerable as I could not see much of what was going on around me. The anesthetist asked me to lift up my sleeve so that I could look for veins. He tied a tourniquet around my arm and asked me to make a fist. After tapping a bit he seemed to find what he needed. I am quite ok with needles since I a regular blood donor, however I like to see and know what is happening, and in this situation neither of these was possible. The next thing I know he was disinfecting my hand with alcohol and warning me of a sharp scratch, turns out the IV was going in my hand and not in my arm as I had expected. The nurse had also put an oxygen tube in my nose, along with a pulse oximeter. I must have had a rapid pulse because she immediately asked me why I was stressed. To be fair I had been feeling relatively calm compared to my usual panic when being around doctors.
Next the gastroenterologist performing the exam came into the room. He seemed a bit confused, asking me about a prescription I had supposedly received, and then realizing he was confusing me for another patient. I did briefly wonder whether they were actually planning to do the right exam or if I would wake up with a sore butt. I didn’t have much time to think though, because I was asked to lay on my left side. The anesthetist inserted a bite block in my mouth and told me this was necessary for the procedure. Then he said he would start inserting the medicine and it would feel a bit warm. From then on all I remember is feeling ringing in my ears and everything going black.
I woke up from what felt like an amazing nap to someone shaking me. All the monitoring equipment and oxygen had been removed, and I had an aftertaste of medicine in my throat. The anesthetist told me that the exam was done, I tried to sit up but felt like my head weighed a ton. I was brought my bag and coat and snoozed on the gurney for a few minutes. After 10 minutes the anesthetist asked me whether I could try sitting up with his help. I sat up with much difficulty, and my predicament seemed to amuse the anesthetist. I got help putting on my shoes and was led to another room to recover further.
After some time I got seen by the gastroenterologist who told me everything looked fine, and advised some diet changes. I no longer felt groggy and was able to go home on my own (public transport). Now I’m just waiting to get the biopsy results in about a week.