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.  
  

The day approaches

Today I can only drink fluids like pop, black coffee, tea, and bouillon.  At 3 o'clock, I will mix some Miralax powder with a half-gallon of Crystal Light and then take a couple of Dulcolax tablets.  I'm supposed to polish the Crystal Light mixture off within two hours, then take more Dulcolax tablets.  
I can only imagine how much fun this is going to be.
Yes, friends and neighbors, I'm finally getting that colonoscopy the medical people have been nagging me about for years; tomorrow is the day for the procedure.  
Wouldn't you know, I developed a cold yesterday.  I wanted to make sure that wouldn't interfere with tomorrow's activities, so I called.  No, the nurse said, a cold wouldn't be reason to delay the whole business.  I'm glad; I just want to get it over.  Hopefully there won't be any polyps and I won't have to think about having this done for another ten years.  I'll be seventy-six then, and I may just skip the whole thing.  
Granddaughter Natalie told me that if I have to have this done every ten years, I'll be having it five more times in my life.  She must think I'm going to live a long, long time.     
There's a little cough accompanying this cold, and I'm wondering how that will turn out, taking all these laxatives and then coughing.  Wish me luck.  Maybe I'll just take my Nook reader into the bathroom and stay there, reading.  
Everyone I've talked to who's had a colonoscopy tells me it's the preparation that's the worst part.  I'm looking at the bright side:  I figure if I'm going to poop that much after a day of not eating, surely I'll lose a couple of pounds... right?  
Wish me luck.