Allow me to walk you through a colonoscopy in case you have yet to experience the joys of one.
No solid food for 24 hours. Not a major deal breaker, just slightly uncomfortable, but since it is necessary to drink a gallon of this pineapple tasting glop, hunger is the least of one's problems. The real problem? The need to evacuate everything ever eaten.
Remembering that crayon I ate in second grade? That came out. Cheeseburger remains from a picnic July 4th, 1995--whoosh.
Then after spending a couple bowl filling hours, comes another thrilling part
It's enema time, Crotchetyjust in case there is the tiniest bit of "stuff" still in the body.
Then comes the test itself. First, no need to study. The doctor put me to sleep. It was great, but then came my favorite part. When I woke up, I had uncontrolable gas. And the nurses encouraged me to let 'er rip.
After a lifetime of smothering "toots" in front of women, here were some women not only encouraging it, but congratulating me for it. Telling me it was ok, even a good thing.
And it doesn't get any better than that.
Good job, Crotchety