“What happened to your hand?” my friend Kate asked.
I was reclining in a chair at one of my not-favorite places
What she asked about had happened at a new not-favorite place — the GI Lab.
It was a week of taking care of myself.
On Tuesday I had my first colonoscopy. After talking my way out of it for eight years, I finally lost my bargaining power and had to go.
The nurse chided me. “You should have come years ago,” she said.
I shrugged. I mean, really, what did she want me to say? I was there.
But, when she tried to put the IV in the back of my hand, she blew my vein.
Helen picked me up after the procedure (she was my designated driver) and I showed her my bruised hand.
“Just imagine that your daughter could have done that,” she said, and I understood her to say that every nurse has those moments when IVs don’t go perfectly. A little grace was in order. Thinking about that didn’t make my hand hurt less, but it made me complain a little less about it.
The bad part of a colonoscopy isn’t the IV, though. It’s the prep. It’s the low fiber diet followed by the clear liquid diet followed by the nothing diet. It’s the Miralax and the Dulcolax and the everything-else-lax. I found myself thinking about the scripture that talked about the less honorable parts of the body. (from 1 Corinthians 12)
On the contrary, the parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, and on those parts of the body that we think less honourable we bestow the greater honour, and our unpresentable parts are treated with greater modesty, which our more presentable parts do not require. But God has so composed the body, giving greater honour to the part that lacked it, that there may be no division in the body, but that the members may have the same care for one another. If one member suffers, all suffer together; if one member is honoured, all rejoice together.
I can tell you, from my colonoscopy prep, that when one part of the body suffers, the whole body really does suffer.
On Wednesday morning, when I drank my first cup of coffee in days, I rejoiced. It’s also true — when one part of the body rejoices, the whole body rejoices.
On Thursday, I went to the dentist. I do this every 6-8 years, whether I need it or not. I love my dentist. I just hate sitting in a chair feeling and hearing the scraping of metal against my teeth.
My not-favorite places. And two of them in one week!
Of course, I go to one of my favorite places every morning.
It’s beautiful to watch the sun reflect off the water.
Soon, when spring arrives, I’ll be able to visit another favorite place —
And if winter drags on, I have this favorite place –
Plus the really, really good news is that I don’t have to go for another colonoscopy for 10 years.
And I don’t have to return to the dentist immediately because I had no cavities. Of course, she’d like to see me every year, but I think I can stretch it out a little longer.