Well, they didn’t see Crohn’s on the colonoscopy or the endoscopy so I have to do the “fantastic voyage” test. I have to swallow a pill that contains a camera and photographs my entire digestive system over the course of 8 hours. Cool, huh?
Anyway, they did knock me out for those tests, and they did give me that drug which makes you announce whatever your inner feelings are. Some people have told me they cry, other people have told me they cussed their mothers or confessed to committing a crime.
Wanna know what I said under the influence?
I begged for phenergan.
Yes, that’s right. My fear of vomiting and my constant nausea are SO everpresent that even while under the influence of truth serum I begged for anti-nausea medication.
The trouble was that they’d already given me some in my IV and I didn’t believe them. I imagine it was quite,er, comical. Or sad.
Just Another Pretty Farce 
Holy shit, I hope I never get those meds, I have no idea what I’d say, but I’m sure it would not be good.
This was a big part of why I never wanted to try hallucinogenic drugs when they got big in our social circle. I just knew that I’d be so afraid I’d have to throw up that I’d concentrate only on that and then the entire trip would just be me experiencing my regular vomitophobic fears, only amplified by who knows how much.
Phenergan is the best invention ever.
I am so jealous of your tiny camera. You know how you would watch 8 hours of some dude just carrying his camera through Disneyland?
I would totally watch 8 hours of a camera going through your digestive tract.
Do you think we could get an internet feed?
This will be, eventually, a good thing. Praying all goes well.
BTW, under the influence of Versed, I asked the doctor if he wanted to go with me to a strip club. Oh, did I mention, my wife was present?
I will never, ever, live it down.
If we had only known ahead of time, there could have been a really cool reader/commenter submitted list of questions that we wanted to have asked and answered while you were in this state. D***m these missed opportunities.
Please more notice for the next time and can you set up a Flickr set for the tiny camera stills?
All my husband did was ask, “how long have I been out of surgery?” every 90 seconds or so. It’s nice to know he had no horrible secrets to reveal, but it got boring.
Remind me never to have this stuff.
No Crohn’s=good. Do you get to see the video from the tiny camera after? BECAUSE THAT WOULD AWESOME.
(unintentional caps, but I’m leaving ’em)