In the morning I start fasting for a colonoscopy on Tuesday morning. Nothing wrong, just I can't ignore the fact that every medical person in my sphere is bugging me to do this mighty thing as I turn 55 in a week or so and that apparently is some magic number that requires a thorough plunging through of one's nether regions. Sigh. I hate fasting. I get wretched headaches and sometimes throw up. I'd appreciate any good thoughts or prayers anybody can spare in my direction. I know it's not exactly something dire, but ... I am dreading the discomfort of the prep.
Sunny wondering why they can't let me be awake for the procedure but anesthetize me for the prep