Ah yes, today was my very first colonoscopy (how I wish it would be the last). The stuff they have you drink the evening before so you can be "cleaned out" to make their sightseeing trip up your butt easier isn't the most pleasant of things to get down. I was fine until my third glass of the stuff, when I suddenly found out that I actually had a drinking limit and barfed a fair quantity of said third glass right back up. I was so pleased to be standing by the kitchen sink when this occured!
From that point on my drinking of the magic tonic slowed severely, but I finally managed to get the entire quantity down without any further gastric rejection. (But there were a couple of swallows that almost did me in...)
Anyway, most everyone knows what happens after you ingest this magical "go-juice", and I did exactly what I was supposed to do... many, many times. If only there was a pill instead of the gag-reflex inspiring liquid that could do the same thing. Or a capsule that, when chased by a LOT of water would have the same result. Someone out there could make a LOT of money by making this whole process a little easier to perform.
Anyway, the results are in and there was one lonely polyp found, and it wasn't anything to worry about. They said that, because there was a polyp present, I'd have to come back in five years for a check up. So, all you future pharmaceutical revolutionaries... you've got five years to formulate and market a product that I can actually stomach the next time. Get busy!
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