All clear

My first, and hopefully last, colonoscopy showed no problems, no polyps.  Good!  Now I don't have to do this again for ten years, if ever.  
I think the worst thing about this event was the fact that I developed some sort of cold, with a 100 degree fever and cough, two days before this was scheduled, and it held me in its throes right through the procedure.  
Tuesday I wasn't allowed to eat any solids, but I had a half-gallon of Crystal Light mixed with Miralax to consume within a two-to-four-hour time period that afternoon.  It didn't taste bad, and at first I thought it would be no problem to consume it all.  By the time I'd worked my way through 3/4 of it, though, it got pretty rough.  The fever, with its subsequent headache and chills, didn't help.  At that point, nothing would have tasted very good.  And I kept going to sleep in my chair, which didn't help me as far as getting all that liquid downed.  
At eight o'clock, as soon as the vile stuff was gone, I went to bed; I was sleeping in my chair anyway, so why not?  Nothing had happened; four laxative pills and a half-gallon of laxative liquid mixture, and nothing.  An hour later I was awakened by a rumbling tummy:  the time had come!  
Due in part to my fever, when I awoke yesterday morning I had an incredible thirst.  Unfortunately I wasn't allowed a drink, but I rinsed my mouth out with water a couple of times, and that helped.  Right out of bed my temperature was 101; I would loved to have taken a Tylenol, but I didn't know if I was supposed to, so I didn't.  
Now, I had received paperwork in the mail to fill out, but when I got to the surgical center, nobody wanted it.  Instead, they had me fill out a whole new set of papers.  Oh well, I guess it's good penmanship practice.  
Just before my procedure a nurse ran a thing over my forehead and said, "Oh my, your temperature is 100!"  
"Yes," I answered.  "That's why I called in yesterday, to see if that was going to make me postpone this thing."  
What she didn't know was that my normal temperature is 97.5, so I actually had more fever than she realized.  
Anyhow, the show went on.  Once I was wheeled to the room where they'd do this thing, the last thing I remember is the doctor introducing himself, and then the nurse telling me to turn over onto my left side.  


As I stated before, I got the all-clear:  no polyps, no problems.  I came home, took an Arthritis Tylenol, and catnapped in my chair all day.  I wasn't very hungry, but I ate a little.  
Am I the only person that wonders what motivates a doctor to take up this line of work?  Sheesh.  
Anyhow, I'm down five pounds since Monday; I'll let you know if it stays off.  
Oh, by the way:  Cliff has caught whatever cold or crud I've had.  He doesn't seem very appreciative.