The endoscopy ran into some complications.
Namely that I am not a good candidate for Twilight anesthesia.
Their words, not mine.
I have a vague memory of choking and a flurry of activity, but I did not wake up.
Unfortunately, I didn't have to be awake to be a problem.
I was restless. Fighting the scope. Clawing at my mouth.
They gave me more Demerol. More Versed (sp?). Enough Benadryl to knock out Godzilla and I still fought.
After 45 minutes (for a 10 minute procedure) they gave up.
I am now the weenie patient who needs a surgical consult for whatever is the next level of anesthesia after twilight.
Sheesh.
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