Some might consider the topic scatological, but actually it’s just excremental. Up first, here’s Peter Yarrow’s ditty about his colonoscopy.
Up next, on a more humorous and even more serious note, here’s a snippet from a column by Dave Barry that appeared in the Miami (FL, US) Herald. In it he discusses the preparation of one’s colon for the scoping:
MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don’t want to be too graphic, here, but: Have you ever seen a space shuttle launch? This is pretty much the MoviPrep experience, with you as the shuttle. There are times when you wish the commode had a seat belt. You spend several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting violently. You eliminate everything. And then, when you figure you must be totally empty, you have to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at which point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet.
Mr. Barry only experienced this be-sainting experience after (a) years of refusing to have a colonoscopy and (b) learning that his younger brother’s colonoscopy had revealed colon cancer. To understand that he’s not joking, folks should read the entire column, “A journey into my colon — and yours.”
Being fully prepared this morning, I’ll be off to the hospital for my second colonoscopy.
Up next? I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but…up yours.
Update (19 April 2010): I await the official word, but apparently everything came out O.K. in the end.