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Not much rhymes with colonoscopy….

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I really tried, too. But colonoscopy is not a word that easily rhymes.

Thought I’d write some funny little ditty, to help you feel some pity….
(Hey, THAT rhymes…).

Nothin’ doin’.

Well, then, as I begin a tale about my tail, let me lay the groundwork.


This story begins about a year and a half ago, on my 50th birthday. (I apologize to all you young things who simply CAN’T relate. And I have but one piece of advice for you: just wait. It’s coming for you, too, Babe, and it’s sooner than you think.)

So, anyway, it was a big day for me: I needed to get my driver’s license renewed, and I needed to get my photo made. So I dressed in a GOOD color for me, got my hair done, and waltzed into the DMV, Express Lane. The girl who was taking my picture said, “Oh, that’s a nice photo!” and I said, “Yeah, and it’s my 50th birthday, too!” And of course, the poor woman had no choice but to oooh and aaah over how young I looked. So I walked out of there with a spring in my step, and off I went to my doctor’s office.

I pulled the same thing on several other people, who all also, agreeably, complied with my request for vain assurances that I really didn’t look “that” old. And then, enter my blue eyed doctor, whom I adore.

“Really????” he beamed. “Your birthday? Well, I have a little present for you!” I dimpled in what I hoped was a fetching manner. “You DO????” By this time, the hook was firmly set in my jaw. “What is it???!!!!” I asked my wonderful, generous doctor-friend. “It’s called a ‘colonoscopy'” he smirked. Honestly, the nerve of some men. He USED to be my favorite doctor.

We had no money. We have a high deductible. I had no time. I didn’t WANNA. So, like many of you have done, I put it off.

Flash forward a year and a half.

Last month, I got the word from one of my siblings, who shall go unnamed, that a cancerous polyp had been found in (and was then successfully removed from) his/her colon.

And, this sibling gently and lovingly warned me, that if I knew what was good for me….

Well, cancer in a family member certainly perks up your attention level. And, this year, I HAVE met my deductible. And so, I got busy and scheduled the darn thing.

My Advice for How to Prepare for a Colonoscopy:

First and foremost:

1. For cryin’ out loud, just do it. It really ain’t that big a thing. And I’m a great big weenie in regard to fear. But honestly, if I can do it, so can you.

2. It’s just like you’ve heard: the prep is the worst part. But in regard to that, they’ve made some significant advances, which leads to #3.

3. Ask for Miralax for your prep. Mix it with SmartWater (electrolytes, dontchaknow) or Gatorade. Drinking an entire gallon, 8 0z. every 10 minutes, really was the worst part. But it’s doable. I understand that the “old” stuff: GoLytely, it’s called – now, THERE’S a misnomer if ever there was one – is terrible, terrible stuff.

4. Buy some baby wipes that are unscented. Try to blot, and not wipe. Your bottom will thank you several hours into your Southerly Evacuation Procedure. 

5. This is my most significant piece of advice of all, so listen up:


I cannot emphasize this last point strongly enough.

Because, first off, by scheduling the colonoscopy, well, aren’t you being the Brave Little Toaster? Don’t you deserve LOTS and LOTS of sympathy and pampering and hand-holding (as long as you’ve washed them after every bathroom visit)?

And if your dear spouse is lying in the bed next to you moaning and groaning and clutching his own guts, well, it kinda steals your thunder a little bit. But let’s face it: that night? We EACH had plenty of surplus thunder to steal. 

When my dear husband attempted to steal the toilet away from me at 3:00 AM, as we were both making a mad dash for the facility, I’m telling you, that was just about the final straw for me. THANK GOD we have more than one toilet in this house, or somebody would have been calling Stanley Steamer the next morning before we left for the clinic. (Stanley Steamer: hey, more potential potty humor there!)

After losing the 100 ft Diarrhea Dash for the upstairs porcelain throne, I decided to sleep downstairs on the living room couch, just to avoid any more competitive events that long night. Pilgrim, my German Shepherd had followed me down the steps, so she lay on the rug in the living room, her tall, pointy alert ears coming up every time they detected another whale song emitted from my rumbly tumbly. Deep, crying out to deep. Wow, it was loud.

Anyway, I made it through. Versed is my friend. I never felt a thing, I had a lovely nap, and I woke up in the trumpet section (man, it was noisy in there, with people who were still asleep, passing gas), which is also known as the recovery room,  with my dear husband sitting next to me reading a magazine. He and the kids were hoping for some GREAT stories in regard to loopy ways I might be acting following the procedure, but I am afraid I let them down in this regard. Oh, well. (Kudos to whoever dosed me up with the meds: just enough, but not too much!)

Oh, by the way: did I mention? I’m all clean!!! Praise the Lord and pass the cheese!



Wednesday 28th of March 2012

I have to post this Anonymously... I had one last year at 34 because of illness. It was a 3 day prep with the last day being the "turned to water" part. It was horrendous. They said the 1 day prep for your 50th was bad but slightly less than bc you werent starving for 3 days. I do NOT look forward to 50.

Anna at

Tuesday 27th of March 2012

Woo hoo! You were one of the most clicked links at last week's Finding the Funny! We're featuring you tomorrow - and I'm pinning this to our Finding the Funny Pinterest board!


Friday 23rd of March 2012

I'm hoping that by the time I get there, they will have make such advances in technology that by simply looking into my eyeball with that little light, they will know exactly what lies in my colon and that will be that.


Thursday 22nd of March 2012

I am laughing so hard! The nerve he had to steal YOUR toilet like that!! I will definitely remember that Miralax & SmartWater bit. I also loved, loved, loved that last picture. HA!! (Thanks for linking this up to #findingthefunny!)

Anna at

Wednesday 21st of March 2012

Your images are totally priceless! And I cannot believe the nerve of your husband to get a stomach bug on the same night. WHAT???