It was scary. And there was air bubbles in my IV (isn't that how you murder people without living any trace?)
And then there was fentanyl and my looking at the monitor and asking if they were vacuuming my colon, cuz FUNNY! No laughter tho so who knows if I was even comprehendible.
And then there was the ride home and nausea and itching.
The doc removed two polyps, found no obstructions and diagnosed me with redundant colon. That's right: my colon is EXTRA LONG.
Yeah, I ate my 7 ounces of marzipan and a pound of mashed potatoes.
Also, Frank doesn't want to be friends anymore. I fentanyl-texted him and everyone else in my entire address book. So, there's that.