November verse 11: On the eve of a colonoscopy Remember when examinations meant you burned the midnight oil? Tomorrow's test needs preparations physical – not mental toil. A liquid diet, no food that's solid, and pico/glyco prep. The squalid details of what happens next I'll spare the reader of this text. But I'm not spared. Today my body puts its workings centre stage and just won't tolerate delays. I can't go out. I must be ready. 'Watery' just isn't it. I'd die for a banana split.
Maybe this will turn out to be the first half of a story.
Me fail? I fly! 