Since I blogged on the colonoscopy run-up, I supposed I am obligated to close the loop. As Dave Barry warns, the prep is the bad part. A day of eating lime jello combined with five or six hours of massive diarrhea. Uncomfortable, mildly embarrassing, but quite manageable. The good part is that you know it is coming, you can prepare for it, and you know it is going to be over by the end of the day.
The procedure was a breeze. The drugs are like a time machine. One minute you are laying down, with the IV inserted and the next minute you are teleported 45 minutes into the future and in recovery with the whole thing done, feeling mellow. No pain, before or afterwards.
Only two after-effects. One, they apparently inflate your colon with air, like a bicycle tire tube, so they can see better. Once I woke up, I passed gas in epic style, reminiscent of Peter Griffin in a Family Guy episode. Second, I was freaking ravenous, since I hadn't eaten anything solid for 36 hours and anything at all for 12 hours. That was solved by picking up the largest steak I could find at Whole Foods on the way home.
All is well medically, by the way.