This afternoon at the pharmacy I paid forty bucks (my co-pay cost) for a gallon of a solution that’s cleansing my inside. For forty bucks I could have gotten a pretty decent bottle of scotch and it would have gone down a lot better too. Although this stuff isn’t nearly as bad as the pharmacist made it out to be, I wouldn’t be my beverage of choice either. I’m a little late starting the regiment as I had evening appointments. I’ve just down my third glass and already feel bloated (at 8 ounces every ten minutes, this is going to take a while…) Pray for me! Feel sorry for me! I want your sympathy! I want to milk this colonoscopy for all it’s worth!
I just had a thought. I have a 4 liter bottle of Nulytely something in the frig. What if, while I was out, somebody had gotten thirst and drank it for me? That could be a comic situation, except that nobody would have drunk more than a swallow or two.
Morning Update: Okay, that wasn't too bad--really it wasn't. I just had to make sure that for most of the night I stayed close to the porclein throne. I'm now weak (I'm glad I decided not to go to the gym yesterday afternoon while fasting from solid foods). I have to wait another 3 hours for my date at the hospital (it's not till 12:30), and see if I can avoid grabbing something to eat or drink until after than, but then I'll get that good drug everyone talks about and won't care what happens. You now know far more than you wanted to know!