Yesterday, I reached the end of my procrastination period and repeated the video process. Preparation was arduous, a day of fasting, except for clear broth, followed by an evening potion of vaguely lemony-favored liquid. The one-liter potion insured the probe's voyage would be unhindered by obstructions. Later, this was followed by second liter of liquid that made doubly sure the passageway was clear. I was scheduled to report at 7:30 am for an 8:30 photoshoot, and the instructions called for the second dose to occur 5 hours before that or 3:30 am. We live 45 minutes from the hospital and given the history of the first liter, I was nervous about having problems on the trip, so I fudged and took the second dose an hour early. I'm glad I did.
The video process promptly started at 10 am and I'm told it was finished before 10:30. "No polyps," Kathy said the doctor said. "You can wait 10 years instead of 5 this time."
Silently, I wondered whether the doctor would still be practicing medicine, 12 years from now.
