I'm on the schedule for tomorrow, my first. That means I'm prepping right now. And let me tell you, I am in a world of hurt as we speak. I've had so much of that !@#$ing prep solution that I could puke it up right this second, all over my laptop, and I probably wouldn't care.
I don't even know how many ounces are in that god damn bottle. I've had at least six glasses of it, although that's a guess since I'm so nauseated and delirious right now I have no idea. And there are still probably three more glasses left, but there is no !@#$ing way I'm having one ounce more of that sh--. It'll have to do.
And I don't even want to start on how !@#$ing raw my ass is right now.
I can't recall how many times over the years I've had patients who needed a scope, and had to put them through this ordeal. I had no idea just how bad it was. I knew it was pretty bad, but I suspect it's something like having a child -- everyone can tell you what it's like but you'll never really know until your number is called.
It makes me wonder if the whole prep process is just to make the scope procedure itself seem like a !@#$ing cakewalk.
I hereby formally apologize to anyone who I made go through this. And if any of you have a doctor who makes you do this, refuse to do it unless (or until) he or she has gone through it themselves.
!@#$ I hate this sh--.