The ordeal is over. Let us cut to the chase: Doc says I'm fine. Wants me to come back for another colonoscopy in 5---7 years. Praise Jesus. I can live with that (literally).
So the bottom line is this---went 42 hours without anything but liquids. Not eating makes me irritable (wife says I'm that way whether I've eaten or not), gives me light headaches and produces a gnawing, hollow clawing in my stomach. I can only eat so many cans of chicken broth, bottles of 7-UP and banana popsicles.
|Two Large Bottles of This Mixed with 64 Ounces of Gatorade|
|Two of These the Night Before and Two in the Morning|
I was wheeled in to the procedure room, hooked up to all kinds of monitors, and reassured about what was going to be done. Then, the nurse anesthetist leaned over and whispered, "G'night, Clint".
"G'night", I replied. I was only out 25 minutes. Don't remember a thing. No pain at all.
|This Is How It Looks|
|My Doctor---He Was Great!|
|One of Cindy's Favorite Spots for Lunch, But I hated It|
|Cindy Said Her Falafel Was Wonderful|
|Nice Selection of Foods---and a Very Nice Restroom, as Well...|
Conclusion: If you are over 50, please get a colonoscopy. Colon cancer is almost entirely preventable with early detection. Yes, you will have to force yourself out of your comfort zone for 42 hours. But think about how much better that is than dying a slow, miserable death.