colonoscopy

Well, I don't know if that is how you spell colonoscopy, but it will have to work. I remember Cheri calling me one night crying hysterically, "I can't drink anymore! I am going to die! I can't take it anymore!" All of this was happening during a time in her life that she was not very happy and needless to say, I thought she was trying to kill herself. "Cheri, put it down. You don't have to drink anything. Everything is going to be all right!" After several minutes of her crying and mumbling, it finaly came out that she was drinking this horrible mixture to prepare herself for a colonoscopy. I was relieved, but this memory lingered yesterday as I sat down to start drinking my concoction. Fortunately, I mixed my powder with a large container of gatoraide, so I happily drank it down. The only bad feeling was being so bloated. I will skip all the details and get down to the morning of the procedure. My fear was that I was not cleaned out. I had several nightmares before of exploding on the doctor and that fear was still there. I laid in this room that was separated by other rooms with just curtains. I could hear others talking, talking about previous experiences and gossiping. There was one couple that was gossiping about one of the doctors and how many times his wife had been married before. I don't know why they were talking about her but it was quite interesting. Later they came in and wheeled me back into the surgery room, then they gave me a dose of happy juice and the next thing I knew I was back in a room. Now remember these are rooms seperated by curtains. I immediately began expelling gas and luckily it wasn't too loud. BUT the guy next to me sounded like a machine gun. I had to lay there by myself laughing. Well, everything was okay and I made it back home to sleep for another hour or two. A colonoscopy is one of the added benefits of turning 50. I can't wait to see what else is in store.