Tomorrow I'm going to get 'scoped in the stinky, if you know what I mean.
I can't eat any solids all day, and a little later I have to start a secret process to make sure I'm "clean as a whistle" for the surgeon.
As you can see, I started the day at 181 pounds, according to the super-duper scale I bought for a buck at the Almont flea market. It even had a battery in it! BONUS!
1:00 p.m. Time to start the Secret Process, as prescribed by the Dr.'s office.
Hmmmm... "Dulcolax. Gentle, predictable relief." I wonder what this does?
Well, it's just two tiny little pills, how much damage can they do? Bottoms up!! (Uuuh... so to speak)
Just as I suspected. Those little pills have had no effect on me! HA!
Well, now it's time for a little beverage.
The doctor says to mix the entire contents of this little bottle with 64 ounces of Gatorade, and drink it down.
That's funny, the label says there's enough medication for 14 "once-daily" doses.
Oh well, must be a typo.
MMMMmmm.... that's tasty!
One glass down, eight to go....
The next morning...
Great grandma's douchebag! I lost 5 pounds in 24 hours! No shit.
Well, that wasn't the most pleasant experience I've ever had, but I suppose it was worth it.
The doctor says everything looked fine, although he did see something a bit unusual...