or . . . a man (of a certain age) has his tail-pipe inspected
3:54pm Tuesday — the day before the exam
It’s a good thing I checked my calendar a second time yesterday. The appointment I have with the gastroenterologist isn’t until 6:30 am tomorrow; I’d originally thought it was today. So — I slept in — it’s going to be a late night tonight and an early start tomorrow.
I’m not worried about having my first colonoscopy since I have seen all of this before . . . as a spectator. I accompanied my friend Eddie H. earlier this year when he had his first one done. Since he was sedated, he didn’t feel a thing. The nurse in the waiting room was a prude; she didn’t appreciate my ribald sense of humor.
What I imagine will be the most annoying part has already begun. The two slices of cheese toast I had for breakfast, along with the accompanying coffee and Nestle Quik, are to be my last non-clear food until tomorrow. I ate a handful of Cheese Puffs a couple of hours ago anyway. My logic was this: even though they’re not technically transparent, these are mostly air and ought to be considered clear. Now I’m beginning to get the munchies so the next 14½ hours are going to be interesting.
