I’m such a good little pooper
I have reached the “age-related medical procedure” phase of my life. All the doctorly things they do to old people. For our health. Our protection. Our age. It’s kind of expensive and not very fun. But what else is there for me now? Doctors and hospitals are the only place left in the world where I get to experience real human contact, and they HAVE to take care of me.
Today was colonoscopy day. They also did a GI endoscopy. That’s right! Getting action in both ends. Just like the old days.
So yes, the prep was horrible, as advertised, I disliked it very much. but the procedure itself was a breeze. They knocked me out completely with the Michael Jackson juice, so no complaints.
but I would like to brag about my BBPS score. That’s right, I got a 9. What is BBPS, you ask? It’s the Boston bowel preparation scale. You get scored on how well the prep worked (aka how much poop was left in your colon) and 9 is tops. I basically got an A+ in my bowel prep. I’m both proud and relieved. I poop with the best of them.
I have a few issues, nothing fatal. sigh.
I won’t give up. Something somewhere in this body is going to kill me.