They sprayed my throat with the numbing agent but unlike Jaypea, it didn’t stop the gag reflex. I finally pulled the NG tube out on my own, for which I was harshly reprimanded by a nurse, which I expected. However I had stopped vomiting, I felt better, my ileostomy was filling up and the coast was clear.
Some are better than others at putting an NG tube down. IMHO, it requires a somewhat brutal and aggressive approach and mindset. I would suggest that if they deny your request (which I would definitely make- “nothing ventured, nothing gained”), that the hospital’s most brutally effective NG intubator be placed on standby. In my case, back in 1992, it was an immigrant middle aged Russian doctor from the then recently collapsed USSR, his Russian medical license not recognized by the State of New York, who was thus reduced and relegated to lowly internist duties such as inserting NG tubes. I had physically resisted the initial attempts at intubation, so they brought him in to get the job done and get it done he did, brutally, effectively, swiftly and precisely, while physically overpowering my scrawny, disobedient little ass. I later got the impression that at that time, in the J Pouch factory that was Mount Sinai Hospital in NYC, he was their resident “NG Tube enforcer.” And he did that job well. I couldn’t believe how quickly he did it. I guess he had a chip on his shoulder due to the relegation to those “lowly” duties. Having a chip on his shoulder made him do his job well.
One of many lucky moments in my 46 year history of treating IBD.