The torture starts the day before the test when your last meal is to be taken before 9 A.M. In my case, I skipped church so that we could go out and have a hearty breakfast. Now, once I've had my Sunday special breakfast, I usually don't even think about food again until 6 P.M. Not this week, I swear I was starving by noon. Believe me, jello and broth don't do much to fill the empty void in your tummy.
At 3 P.M. the fun begins. You begin drinking the above combination of elixirs. Since my test wasn't until yesterday afternoon, I got to drink half of the potion on Sunday and the other half Monday morning at 7 A.M. I have a particularly sensitive stomach. Getting the liquid down wasn't a problem; it was making it stay down that worried me. It wasn't easy, but I did manage to get it to stay down, both times.
I did my best to stay away from poor Jim during this time of preparation. To say the least, I wasn't a very fun date. But I managed to survive and the test itself went off with out a hitch. My dear hubby took me out to eat after we left the surgical center, and did his best to keep me from falling asleep in my soup. I spent the next fifteen hours sleeping and woke up to a full body rash this morning. Guess maybe it didn't go off without a hitch after all.
Okay, I'll admit it wasn't fun, but the peace of mind I have as a result of 24 hours discomfort is worth it all. If you are over 55, please do yourself and your loved ones a favor and schedule your colonoscopy.
Oh yes, did I mention I have to go back for an endoscopy in two weeks? Poor Jim.