My colonoscopy was this past Thursday morning (although preparing for it started on Tuesday) and I had a very bad reaction, but gratefully I was able to return home following it. Jeremy was with me, and like a heaven-sent!!! He was wonderful in every way. Even on the way home, my body never stopped shivering, there were no breaks. Got home, had a ton of blankets on me, then started projectile vomiting non-stop. I thought it would never stop... and it only did after reaching the hospital given quite a bit more time. I also couldn't stop coughing, there was alot of mucus coming up, and my breathing was labored. Eventually Jeremy called 911 and the ambulance brought me to St. Joseph's in Nashua. We were there until almost midnight. Also wasn't able, and still not able, to eat since Tuesday. I'm super weak, and for now my best bet is to have saltine crackers and ginger ale. It seems the only 2 things that stay down. Jeremy bought me a ton of food, but merely looking at each item turns my stomach. This whole experience was truly hell, and it made my heart attack from 2016 seem like a piece o' cake. I actually wasn't sure if I'd pull through, and the all-consuming bodily weakness was a main issue . I think I feel somewhat stronger today than yesterday so far, but lots of unanswered questions at this point. What I do know is that my heart's okay, most gratefully, but that I have pneumonia. I also have "hyponatremia" - meaning not enough sodium in my blood, diverticulosis, and internal hemorrhoids. As for the colonoscopy per se, they removed 2 polyps (I need to wait to hear for the pathology results) and I also needed to schedule an apt with my pcp as a follow-up which will be this Friday. It was also stated that my gastroenterologist recommends a repeat colonoscopy, but that it's not mandatory. Even if it were mandatory though, I'd definitely say no. After his seeing all I had gone through on Thursday, he fully got it when I said - "If they were to tell me that I'll die if I don't have another colonoscopy, I know for sure that I'd say - "Then let me die." I totally meant it, and I still do... and this recovery process is very slow and draining. I've barely eaten anything in 5 days, and I'm not the least bit hungry although of course I know too that I have to keep trying, and I will. And oh, 2 meds were prescribed for me too - one for the pneumonia and one for nausea. I started taking those Friday, but am unsure at to how effective they've been. And that's the news for now. I wanted either to write or call you before now, but my energy has been so very low. I'm truly very weak... like holding on to walls, etc when I attempt to move. I promise though that I will call just as soon as I can, okay. Please send metta and every form of love imaginable, and I'll do the same for you and yours. It'll be really good too though once we can talk. I love you, my friend, and I so hope that you're doing well in your corner of the world. Big hugs. ❤ oxoxoxoxo