Okay, so, disclaimer, this post is being written under the influence of Xanax, which they gave me prior to my medical procedure this morning. Looking at the paperwork they gave me after, it also lists VIcodin. But I don't think I had that also.
I didn't actually feel it kick in until after the procedure was over, which probably meant I could have skipped the pill, but whatever.
I came home with two souvenirs of the experience, more hospital bootie-socks, and color photos of the inside of my uterus!
By far the niftiest part of the whole thing is watching on the monitor as the camera zooms in.
Now I ate something and although it tasted really good, maybe food and the Xanax trip don't mix? Dunno. Each time my stomach feels bleh, I eat a jelly bean. But I am just about out of jellybeans. Tea goes down good, too.
I'm loopy about similar level to if I downed a whole mixed drink cocktail all at once. ANd now I'm sleepy... so I think I'll sleep?
Oh, right, as for the polyp, it wasn't really a polyp after all, but they did a biopsy of my endometrium which itself might have taken out the sort of bump that had looked like a polyp on ultrasound. That's it.
Nap now? Think so.