Tomorrow is Prep Day for my colonoscopy! Oh, boy! No food! No sleep! Nothing to drink but laxatives and Gator-Ade!
And then, of course, they’ll see what kind of mischief is being brewed in the depths of my bowels. Why, that could be anything!
I prefer to have absolutely nothing to do with medical procedures of any kind.
Meanwhile, I guess I’ll take a crack at providing the next installment of Oy, Rodney. I need a laugh.
Patty is reading me an article about Foam Machines. What the hell…?
Lean into it, and rejoice in the Gatorade. That’s how I’ve dealt with it.
How I’m supposed to drink 64 ounces is way more than I know; and I doubt it’ll be fun to find out.
You’ll be hungry. Pretend that Gatorade is food. I usually drank abundant liquids on prep days. You’ll get through it.
I’ve never had Gatorade before.
And I’m afraid of what might turn up in my bowels.
Gatorade is basically Kool Aid with some electrolytes in it. It’s nothing to write home about, but it’s not bad. Whatever is happening colon-wise, it’s better to know.
I always felt that asking a mechanic to check out my car was sort of daring him to find something wrong, that I’d have to pay him to fix. I sort of feel the same way about this.
Gastroenterologists do these scopes routinely. It’s a screening process. There’s a pretty good chance that you’ll be just fine. They may find a polyp or two, and can remove those painlessly, preventing future problems. It’s not that big of a deal, and the doc’ is not hoping for trouble.
You and the toilet will be close friends for a while. My last coloscopy required drinklng a small bottle of some awful tasting stuff then that part was over.
No small bottle here–just a bunch of big ones. I don’t see how I can manage it.