The colonoscopy was done, painlessly. The results were excellent: not a polyp or any other growth in sight. "Come back in five years" the doctor says.
Oh, good. That almost makes up for a lousy night. When the label on the glop says you should start seeing results within the first hour of drinking the first glass, and instead that first result doesn't occur until 9:00pm, that means you're in for a long evening. I didn't get done with the gallon jug until 1:30am.
Props to the anesthesiologist; he plugged that needle into my hand and within about five minutes I was completely out. I woke up about an hour and fifteen minutes later, woozy but ambulatory. I put my clothes back on, picked up the paper confirmation of the findings, and went out to the second-floor elevator lobby to wait for my sister. While waiting I called Mom to tell her the good news, and then my sister showed up on the floor below, so I was suddenly carrying on a phone conversation and one with my ride at the same time. That got amusing.
Anyway, my sister had a Big Mac, fries and a Coke waiting for me. I used restraint and waited till I got home to eat.
All in all, as expected, the procedure is easy enough; it's the prep that's horrible.
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