In summation, boys, it is a day and a half of fasting. Nothing but water and three mega-laxatives to cleanse the colon so thoroughly that I had some local Hindus making comments that I was cleaner than the Ganges.
You are on the porcelain god frequently during this time. The sludge gradually gives way to tea.
Finally, the moment arrives. The good doc and his bevy of pretty nurses prep me. I'm given a general anesthesia which puts me out in about forty seconds. I sleep the sleep of the other side.
I awaken about thirty minutes later with abdominal cramps that no woman in her worst PMS episode could imagine. I beckon the pretty nurse with my cries of anguish, who promptly tells me to roll over on my side and let out the gas. Apparently, the procedure includes a fill up to expand the colon. Gas passes, so does the discomfort. That was the only discomfort in the entire procedure.
Doc Adler strolls by ten minutes later with a golf club in his hand. Tells me he hasn't seen a pinker, cleaner colon in years. I feel pretty.
Suddenly, though, I have an inexplicable urge to call my neighbor, Guillermo. He's a flight attendant. Is this a side effect I'm not familiar with??
Bottom line: I'll be around a few more years to muckrake here at ATOT.