As you read this, Roger is up and around after having gone through a colonoscopy, and of course we hope that they found none of the things that one hopes not to find with this procedure.
The actual procedure, as I recall, is the easy part. What comes beforehand is something entirely different:
[W]hat really makes this experience, uh, memorable is the preparatory regimen, which seems to involve chugging the contents of a lava lamp — assuming you can find a lava lamp that holds four liters — and then waiting while it scours the inside of your system like so much of Grandma’s lye soap.
I wrote this a few weeks before actually going on the table, but I stand by my description of the prep. What I said when it was all said and done:
I really don’t remember a whole lot about it, or even how long it lasted; today’s high-quality anesthetics apparently work faster than a half-hour of MSNBC, and with fewer mind-numbing aftereffects.
Even then, I was well-Versed.