An Idiot’s Guide to Colonoscopy Prep

After coming up clean in my first colonoscopy, I’d like to take a minute to inform the masses regarding the truth about colonoscopy prep. First, if you’re over 45, get a colonoscopy! Colo-rectal cancer is called the silent killer. Just to start off the conversation in terms my fellow idiots will understand, I will refer to it as Silent But Deadly. (** I used to think the age was 50, but several have commented that you should get your first colonoscopy at 45, or even 40.)

Second, a colonoscopy is nothing to be afraid of. The prep, however, is something worth dreading. But it is massively important. You don’t want to waste a day of fasting and flatulation only to be rejected because you aren’t empty. Loosen up and do it right.

I want to be straightforward about this topic because online information is as twisted as my intestines evidently are. Of course, when you Google “colonoscopy prep,” a fine bowtie-clad doctor from the Mayo Clinic will tell you how important it is while somehow keeping a straight face. But this will be of absolutely no help when you’re in the middle of your fight and frantically type, “HOW LONG WILL THE SQUIRTS LAST?” into your browser. Google gave me a quote from the little sea turtle in Finding Nemo… which was oddly appropriate for that dark hour.

Finding Nemo 3D wallpaper

But I digress.

 

Here are some experiential thoughts regarding colonoscopy prep that I hope will help my fellow man.

  • Pre-prep is essential. You’re going to need to select a toilet and set up a bivouac sight nearby. I’ve compiled a list of things to have in close proximity to your camp. It is important that you collect these items prior to starting your prep – once you start, there’s no going back.
    1. Plenty of toilet paper. Do not scrimp here! I recommend the extra soft, cuddly, teddy bear, silky cotton variety with aloe. Man was not meant to wipe as much as you will over the next 24 hours.
    2. Diaper rash cream. See point 1.
    3. At least a pallet of disinfectant wipes. Things will happen that you don’t want to have to explain later. You might also want to keep a step ladder handy if you have high ceilings.
    4. 2-3 black garbage bags. There will be items to destroy or dispose of with impunity.
  • If you live on a septic tank, you might want to have it drained prior to your prep.
  • The fasting is very important. As you will experience, there are already things milling around inside of which you were unaware. I assure you – you don’t want to add the tiniest grain of rice to it.
  • Wear clothes that you don’t care about. It’s just not worth it.

I drank my first sulfate cocktail at 6 pm the night before. Results may vary, but it took about 50 minutes before I heard the first rumble. As I sauntered to the bathroom, I thought I felt my scapula drop toward my pelvis and picked up the pace. That was wise. In fact, you may want to be within a few steps of porcelain as soon as you imbibe. It all happens so fast.

I don’t want to be disgusting, but as a veteran, I’ve fired many automatic weapons, including a 50-caliber machine gun with a butterfly trigger, and nothing… NOTHING I’ve ever shot had the recoil I felt from the first salvo of the evening. Sticking with the munitions metaphor, this is full automatic, friends. And don’t get comfortable anywhere else because reload time is astoundingly brief.

There is no need to take a book or magazine in there because after a few sessions, you might not have a will to live, much less acquire knowledge.

As this goes on, I promise you will be searching the phase that netted me Squirt’s jump instructions. Here is my answer and I hope it will get to the front page of Google: This lasted a little over three hours for me – add 20 minutes until the tears stopped and another 10 for a meager attempt at clean-up and dignity retrieval.

As you tentatively retreat from the combat zone, leave the path clear because you may need to go back. Somehow, I was able to sleep that night. But it wasn’t a trusting slumber. I was very dubious of myself and the possibility of a recurrence. If you’re married, I would say this would be a good night to sleep alone. The stakes are high here, and unless your marriage is 100% bulletproof, you don’t want to risk it. Even the strongest relationship could falter should you soil your spouse.

This is my first (and maybe only) sound piece of advice: You might want to start your prep an hour earlier. As long as you can stick to the fast the next day, an earlier prep would make it easier to go to bed with some assurance. Rumor has it some preppers have been awake at 2 – 3 a.m. nervously trying to sing their rectum to sleep.

In the morning, I got up and drank my second cocktail. It wasn’t nearly as bad. Oh, there were more fireworks. But maybe my mind, body, and soul had just given up by then.

Warning: A warm shower might feel tempting, but it also may lull you into a state of relaxation from which you cannot recover unspoiled. Wet tile is hard to navigate quickly, and I can almost promise that you will have disposed of your bathmat in a black trash bag the night before, so it will offer no traction. You’ve been warned.

The colonoscopy itself went off without a hitch. Once you get over the fact that the other three people in the room are involved in inserting a large tube in your anus, it really just feels like a picnic with friends. There’s Propofol and then you wake up rested. Your friends are gone. The picnic is over.

It is odd to have a nice-looking young lady command you to fart before you can go home. I never went on a date like that as a young man, but it worked out.

You might be tempted to think that this will jumpstart a weight-loss regimen. After all, I lost five pounds during the process. But it’s not going to happen because your body hates you now. The body is designed to minimize loss and what you just did makes it feel like you are undermining its mission. So it will hold onto that cheeseburger and large fries you grabbed on the way home for months. In fact, your body is going to slow down it’s metabolic process like a bear in hibernation.

The problem is that you’ll keep eating simply because your prep is done and you can. If things go okay, you don’t have to do it again for five years. Of course, the memory, and possibly some of the destruction, will linger…

How Do it Work?

I am no longer an Uber virgin! I was with a group of (much) younger coworkers when the situation necessitated an Uber ride. They both had the app. I had cash for a cab – who uses those anymore?

I was like a little kid peering over their shoulder as they made their selection. The car arrived within a few minutes and I sat in the front seat dumfounded. I started to give our office address, but she didn’t need it. She already knew!

What sorcery is this?

So curious was I about the intricacies of Uber that I began quizzing the driver.

“How did you know to pick us up?”

“So you were just tooling around waiting for a fare?”

“What happens if two drivers go after the same Uberer?”

She was patient with me despite the giggling from the backseat. When we arrived, I started to get out my wallet to pay or at least tip. But Uber already thought of that. No cash required. How do it work?

I have the moniker of the Office GrandPa… and I’m okay with that. But one of my fellow riders described me as “precious” in my quest for knowledge and I that isn’t really what I’m going for in life. That connotation implies someone so old that they have become childlike. Those days are coming, but are they here already?

A few weeks later, my family headed to the zoo where they are building a new parking deck, thereby reducing current parking to just 9 1/2 spaces. They’ve entered an agreement with Lyft for ride-sharing from a lot a few miles away. To impress my kids, I downloaded Lyft and set up an account. But then since I’m old, I made everyone leave way too early and we squeezed into the half-space angering a young vegan family crammed into what looked like an electrified wagon. I deleted Lyft.

money machine

 

I have also started using Venmo to pay and receive money. But like the bear squatting in the woods, is it really money if it nothing changes hands? I all seems so ethereal – like I’m trying to grab cash from one of those money-booths and everything is slightly out of reach.

 

 

As we age, that’s just the way of things, I think. It’s like living on the set of a sci-fi movie; we must decide whether we can suspend reality to engage with the ever-changing world around us… a world that we cannot possibly understand. And it’s more than technology. Everything gets more complicated: life, death, God, science, physics, women, politics… there are too many things I will never grasp. The question is can I appreciate and enjoy them without understanding the mechanics that make them run?

People with an insatiable thirst for knowledge make me tired.

Twenty years from now, I just want to sit back with a frosty beverage and get Uber to take me wherever I need to go – even though I have no idea how it works.

“To the proctologist, Uber man!”