And by the way, he was one of the cutest anesthesiologists I’ve ever seen. Not that I’ve met a whole lot of anesthesiologists…
When you reach a certain age, a colonoscopy is recommended. The one this week was my third. I’m on the five year plan as they’ve found and removed polyps each time. I don’t whine as I had two good friends who died due to colon cancer.
And as much as I hate, hate, hate doing the prep thing… I really, really hate it…
And this year, I decided to fix an abdominal hernia that was becoming annoying.
So I did both this week. (Oh, and my husband is a saint.)
I did the prep. My blood sugars were really quite amazing during the entire time. A couple of quick lows that a few sips of regular ginger ale took care of nicely.
Arrived at the hospital at 8am and began the whole prep for surgery thing. (And Dexcom and the hospital meter matched – the nurse was awed. So was I…) This was my first time with general anesthesia (2 C-sections but that’s been all). The nurses were awesome and everyone wanted to look at Dexcom. They hadn’t seen one. And they wanted to know who implanted the Dexcom transmitter… They were surprised when I said I did it once a week – by myself.
I cannot tell you how many times this was said, “You must be a very brittle diabetic.”
Um, no. The pump and the cgms are tools used by any person with diabetes. Even the youngest children have them. “Really?!”
And then the anesthesiologist arrived. And he asked how to work the Ping and the Dexcom. Quick lesson with a strong reminder that a finger stick had to be done as confirmation of any Dex info that was going to result in insulin or glucose – and I was down the hall and out. The Dexcom was placed on a tray – and the Ping was hooked to my hospital gown’s neck. I checked my dex and history button later and there was a 200 with a one unit bolus halfway through the surgery.
When I saw the anesthesiologist after, I told him it was awesome that he’d used them. He wanted more info about Dex. I told him I was especially appreciative of the Dexcom when driving. He told me his father had Type 1 and had a car accident due to a hypo. I told him I’ve had several times where I either pulled over to treat or didn’t even leave work when Dexcom alerted me to a lower blood sugar.
So, my innards got cleaned and checked and I’m good for another five years.
And the weird lump on my abdominal area is gone (well, I think it is – there’s a huge bandage there right now – I get to take it off and joy, joy take a shower tomorrow!).
Oh – and one of the nurses has a sister with Type 2. She said she knows her sister wishes she had someone to talk to about Diabetes. I let her know about the DOC and will be sending her some blog addresses.
Oh – then it snowed last night. A couple of inches. Sigh…