After skipping it last year, receiving the doctor’s reminder recently guilted me into scheduling a colonoscopy for April 27.
Ever since, when I wake up mornings and colonoscopy pops into my head, my stomach lurches and I dash to the toilet to dry-heave until I calm down.
This is my fourth time at this rodeo. I go every five years because I have a polyp-y family. The doctor even found two on me last time. So, I’m familiar with the nasty, nasty prep.
But this time they blindsided me with some new wrinkles:
- 7 days of no vitamins (buh-bye, calcium)
- 5 days fiber-free, with minimal basic nutrition
Asking around, nobody I know has ever had to do this diet, nor even heard of doing it.
They mailed me these half-ass dietary instructions that raised many more questions than they answered. Checking their website for “more information,” all they had was THIS SAME F**KING PAGE. They must think it’s a masterpiece.
So, I kept looking. Yup, this is definitely a thing.
But the Mayo Clinic recommends only two days of low fiber in a pretty casual manner.
Kaiser Permanente recommends three days, and their comprehensive list calmed me down considerably. OK are butter, cooking oil, cheese, white grape juice (instead of YUCK apple) turkey, cantaloupe, peeled potatoes and even creamy peanut butter.
The Colorectal Cancer Alliance prep diet (four days) even had baked potato chips and bananas!
For the record, I try to be good about eating fiber, fruit and veggies, so I’m woefully ill-stocked for this. I’ll go shopping and start this new regimen on Thursday because I count Butt-Probe Eve with no solid food as a fiber-free day.
For nasty prep, it’s two seemingly gratuitous Dulcolax tablets followed by 14 doses of Miralax, the last supposedly at about 11 p.m.
I’m backing up that timetable two hours because I’d like to sleep before the big day.
For the first time, I’m having the procedure at a hospital instead of the doctor’s office. They said it’s because I’ve hit 65.
Sounds like they want us Medicare folks — after the malnutrition and probable constipation, then starvation, epic diarrhea and sleep deprivation — in a facility with convenient morgue access.
And did I mention I’m supposed to get a COVID-19 test? I was told nothing about where or when, and I’m not asking. I’ve been vaccinated, and I’m more worried about the hospital crawling with COVID than I am.
So, it’s finally the week this nightmare begins to end. Wish me luck. (If you’ve done all this and have any reassurances for me, comments are open.)