Oh the Joy of a Colonscopy~

The colonscopy wasn't the problem, it was the prep. If you live through that, you can survive just about anything...even raising your teenager.

My doc opted for the pill method for me...32 of them all together. He said with my current problems it would be easier on my system. I got the script filled and when I saw the size of those pills, I almost passed out. I can swallow big pills but these were mothership size and I had to break them in half so that meant swallowing 64 pills...oh the horror!

I don't know about anyone else but the prep made me ill, sweating, shakes, nausea.

In between running and I do mean running to the bathroom, I was laying on the couch just hoping to get through it.

The highlight of my night was when Marc was reading night stories to Mer and I'm still sprawled on the couch, sweating, shaking and trying not to throw up between bathroom trips...Josh starts singing that old song Bicycle Race by Queen...this part...

Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

He's not just singing it, he's crooning for the entire house to hear while playing it off of his i-pod through his computer.

At some point in that verse, I run to bathroom, Mer follows along doing her "naughty shake" dance and wanting to know why I'm peeing out of my butt.

Josh is still crooning, louder than ever and Marc...well, he's used to all of this and he can't say much because he's got these acupuncture things taped into his ears so he's as weird as the rest of us!