A day of preparation
I write this, hovering on the edge of the chair, ready to rush to the nearest toilet. I am, you see, in the middle of prepping for tomorrow's colonoscopy, the final joke of a retiring doctor, determined to have a laugh at my expense.
I am 2.75 litres into a 4-litre bottle of Peglytes, my next dose will be the final one for the day. So far, so horrible.
Is it really impossible to make Peglytes taste any better? It is like drinking paraffin mixed with Stevia.
Oh, but it works.
Ottawacker Jr. left me a smiley face on the instruction sheet. He thinks of the poor old man from time to time (in between diving for tennis balls, that is).