Monday, I had an esophagram.
Without eating or drinking anything from midnight the night before, you go in and put on a gown. Next, you enter the X-ray room where a woman gives you some fizzy stuff that is suppose to give you gas. Oh Boy!
Then you are introduced to a kid you noticed earlier slipping on the protective gear that is suppose to protect from radiation. You think that this is probably a beginning technician. The woman introduces you to this person who is way younger than your children, and says "This is Doctor Radiologist. He is going to do the procedure."
Doctor Doogie hands me a glass of white stuff. He tells me to drink it when he says "go". He says "go". I drink. It is thick, and yucky. But I get it down. He looks at the X-ray as it goes down the throat.
Then, I learn that I didn't have to drink it all. I didn't realize that he meant "sip". I was thinking that I was being brave. He gives me more. Yippee!
OK. I'm done. I am told that my doctor will get a report in four to five business days. I have to be patient.