I lived. Had my endoscopy yesterday.
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Sedation/anesthesia experiences are so weird. I remember the nurse injecting two things into my IV and the doctor asking me to turn on my left side. After that, my memories are very dreamlike. I remember the scope being inside me and me waving my right hand frantically that they should get it out of me, then I jump ahead to seeing her put the entire scope into some sort of plastic bin, then I remember being offered a can of Hawaiian Punch with a straw in it in the recovery room, then realizing that my girlfriend was there with me and feeling very relaxed and safe, then the doctor talking to me about what they found (though I don't remember any of the actual things she said), then stumbling out of the office, using my girlfriend for support. I remember the drive home and saying I needed to lie down and her saying we were almost there.
I don't remember what the doctor said to me, but I do have her report. All she found was some mild gastritis, and they took 4 tissue samples to test for
H. pylori. On the one hand, I'm glad there isn't anything serious (at least not in my esophagus, stomach, or duodenum, but the endoscopy doesn't look at the gall bladder), but on the other, I'm not satisfied with the non-explanation so far. More waiting.
The good news is that last Wednesday they started me on the reflux medication twice a day rather than once and that seems to have helped a bit. I still don't feel normal but I haven't had any meals completely ruined since then.
Test results should be in by the end of the week, and I have a follow-up appointment in January to determine if I need additional tests. *taps fingers on desk*