This morning as I ate a delightful brunch in Hoboken, I remembered it was the equivalent of my “last supper.” Guess what I’m doing tomorrow morning?
Yes, it’s time for my 5-year colonoscopy. So I got to come home this afternoon and mix up a gallon of the most God-awful tasting stuff imaginable. I ate clear chicken broth for dinner. Then I started with 2 little Ducolax pills. Now I’m drinking an 8-ounce glass of the yucky solution (flavored lemon-lime as if that would help) every 15 minutes for 2 hours. The intent is to totally clean out my colon so it will be pink and beautiful tomorrow for the procedure. Staying near a bathroom seems like a good idea.
I am planning not to remember a thing that happens during the event itself. I learned the hard way on my first colonoscopy that twilight sleep doesn’t work for me (I ended up screaming through the entire procedure), so I will be totally knocked out with MAC anesthesia tomorrow.
Hopefully by noon I will be pronounced polyp-free and given a 5-year time frame for a repeat performance. One way or the other, my liquid diet will be over and I can eat what I want once again.