So yesterday I was at Worcester Medical Center at 0600 or so, checking in to get my tuchus scoped. In all fairness, everything went well, including the drugs. Oh boy did they work well. I was out for the whole procedure. I barely remember asking how long (not even completing the question of how long it would take for the drugs to take effect) and hearing "Ten or fifteen minutes." Next thing I know, I'm in recovery. I was able to walk out under my own power, and was dropped off with Marcus at my parents' house. Between 10am (or thereabouts) and 3pm, I was dead to the world. After that, I got food and liquids in my stomach, and was feeling better.
Upshot: the left side of my colon (my guess is descending) is active; the rest is not. I get to keep taking asacol (3 doses of 2 tabs a day) plus one tab of azathioprine a day. What's that? It's an immunosuppressive. They give this stuff to transplant patients so the new organ doesn't get rejected. Mind you, I'm taking a reduced dose of it, so I shouldn't have any major problems.
So what's next? I have my thyroid scan next week, as well as another blood stick.
Oh well, at least this is getting done before my vacation in just over two weeks. There's nothing that's going to stop me from going.