Thursday, August 04, 2011

OGDS Horrors

This morning I went for an OGDS (oesophago-gastric-duodeno-scopy) to check out oft-recurring gastric complications. The horrors!

First was the long wait at SGH. But it was quite opportune for me because there were these three pretty Indian ladies stuyding in London who was in SGH for attachment. I chatted with them about the UK, Medicine, general stuff. It was very interesting and it sure helped boost my confidence with foreigners. Especially those with that fascinating English accent - oh so posh and cultured!

Then when it was my turn to go through the OGDS procedure, I didn't really know what to expect. My sister came in to say that it would be an uncomfortable experience. Understatement!!

First thing to note is that the scope is about as big as a water hose. Ohgod. *shudder* I was told to lie on my side, bite a mouth piece, and in went the tube! "Infinity and beyond," said the doctor who was no doubt trying to make me feel better but it probably didn't help. I immediately regretted ever complaining about any gastric problems whatsoever because the tube made me gag and gag and tear up. I could feel tears running down my cheeks and saliva flowing out of my mouth, and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt so helpless.

It was one of the worst feelings I had ever experienced. The doctor asked if I wanted to watch the proceedings deep inside. I couldn't be bothered; I just shut my eyes tight and willed myself to not go into convulsions. Every time the tube was pushed in, I gagged. It was HOR.RI.BLE. Torture. But thankfully I heeded instructions to not eat or drink anything so that nothing would be actually thrown up.

So when it all ended, I was so relieved. I couldn't eat for another 2 hours and I felt faint and weak, but I survived! I swear I would never ever do it again. Ever.

It turns out that there was inflammation and my stomach or somewhere, symptoms of antral gastritis, so I have to take some medication. To anyone who plans to do the OGDS, think twice! Although it was probably important health-wise, but it was the worst 5 minutes of my life. Except maybe JPAM...