Ok, I forgot to write about my endoscopy trip and I mean T-r-i-p!  

First, I got hooked up to an IV, given something to combat nausea. The attendants wheeled me into the operating room.  One told me, "we're going to come at you fast." 

I said, "ok"

First, came the nasty Chloraseptic tasting crap they spray in the back of your throat.  Then the anestheologist (sp.) put oxygen up my nose.  I was told to bite down on some apparatus to keep my mouth open so the doctor could stick the tube down my throat.

Then next thing I knew, the room was in a fuzzy haze.  I remember thinking, "hmmmm, I've been here before..." After that, they were rolling me back to outpatient recovery.  I kept saying, "Whoa."  because the frigging room was spinning.  Then I began giggling and couldn't stop.  I asked my mama to put my "footie-pooties" on, because my feet were getting a little chilled.  All the while giggling like the Mad Hatter.

When the drugs started to wear off, I asked my mama if I'd made a fool of myself.  Being a good mama she said No, that I was just giggling a lot.  Needless to say, I didn't like feeling so out of control; that was a tad scary.  But the trip getting there was TOO GOOD.  I know I cannot take drugs, so no crack for me.