6:35 p.m. I have just consumed my liquid. I am timing the period before I must journey into the reading room. The doctor has given me two 6 ounce bottles to drink. Number one was just finished. I put it into the plastic glass - provided with the process - put another 16 oz of Sprite into the glass. I was able to drink it down in about 3 massive swallows. Now I sit and wait. It will cleanse me completely. The last time I had to do this, about 10 yrs back, I had maybe a gallon of the stuff to drink - prolonged over several hours.
Apparently studious experimental types have discovered a way to wipe my innards clean with just the one glass full. I sit and wait. I have a 2nd six ounce treat to be finished off at 6 a.m. tomorrow. Sitting. Waiting. Waiting.
7:35 almost to the exact one hour after drinking the slime, the urge hit. Urges continued to hit for an hour and a half - such a pleasant way to end a day.
5:45 a..m. the next morn. Don't know how I woke without help at this ungodly hour. I have had my 2nd bottle of goop and am sitting here writing. Outside the window - not far away - two different owls are talking back and forth. They do a hoo-hoooooo hoo hoo. One recites and the other responds in a slightly lower voice. I expect to leave this correspondence in just one moment. After that, all other writings will probably be completed this evening.
I am to check in at 10 a.m.
I started this posting a couple of weeks ago. Entitled or grouped under "entertainment." That was 2 weeks ago. Finished the process. It was not entertaining. Had a terrible time. Doc says nothing is wrong with me. I did my check in at 10; Navarro Regional Hospital. Met a nice lady or two at the check-in. A nice ole gent led me to my port of call. I dressed properly, met several doctors and nurses - and, I think, one trainee - who was dressed in all pink while the others looked a lot older. She put the needle in my right hand for the drip and knock-out juice. I tried to talk nice to her explaining that I wouldn't watch and asked if she minded if I cried when she stuck me. She was so involved with that need and the larger nurse watching, never cracked a smile.
Eventually I was rolled out to a small room and rolled over. From that point, who knows what happened. We left the room - have not eaten in over 24 hours - went to the local Sirloin Stockade buffet and consumed. Over and done. They told me to not do any business or whatever for 24 hours. I think I was still under the whammeee of the drug. One of these days, I suppose my wife will explain to me what all those papers were I signed as I was eating.
this blug is over and done. I hear that my older bro is going under the scope in the near future. I wish him well and hope "EVERYTHING COMES OUT ALRIGHT!"