Getting a colonoscopy is such a treat! You get to drink down bottles of magnesium citrate, spend hours in the restroom, fast for at least 24 hours, suffer the side effects of Demerol, and best of all, have a couple of complete strangers look inside your bum!
Right before the anesthesiologist put me to sleep, I remember looking at the doctor and saying, "I sure hope my butt isn't the ugliest one you've ever seen!"
The next thing I knew, I was walking to the car with Aaron holding me up. I found out later that Demerol turns me into a curser. In real life, I rarely swear (except in my head) but Aaron said I repeatedly sat up in the recovery bed and proclaimed, "Guess what? My A#* doesn't even hurt!" I also hugged the nurse and told her she was my best friend in the world. Of course, I remember none of this!
It turns out that a colonoscopy gives you peace of mind, but is also a major source of embarrassment. Thank goodness I don't have to curse again until I'm 50!