Back in May or June, I was traveling without Carole and I was headed west on Silver and I noticed a bit of a twinge just below my lung cavity. It wasn't a painful thing like 3 broken ribs or a busted scapula, but it got my attention. I thought, probably just gas or a stuck solid. Anyhow, I kept it to myself thinking it would eventually pass. Well, it would subside and pick up again as the days and months flew by. Finally, a couple of weeks ago, I mentioned to Carole I would like to get a colonoscopy done. She being female, immediately went into "oh my God" mode and I had an appointment to see the Main Man for colonoscopies in our little circle of friends. I was the only one of the bunch that had said no until now. So, for 10 of our 15 minutes together, the Doctor and I discussed sports. Then the last five minutes he got down to business and had his administrator schedule me for the procedure. I'm sure most of you who have had this done, know that the prep is by far the worst part of the deal. It is, but is wasn't as hard as I had it made out to be by my little CA Circle of Friends. I took the two tiny stool softeners, and then a couple of hours later, mixed the 4 liters of "the Juice". The directions said to refrigerate it from 1300 to 1800, then drink 8 ounces every 15 minutes for the next 2 hours. I can't drink cold stuff very well, so I didn't refrigerate it. I was told that "the juice" tasted terrible and I should put some tasty stuff in it. I didn't do that either. At 1755, I couldn't wait any longer and took the first cupful. Definitely tasted worse stuff, it wasn't all that bad. And every 15 minutes for the next 2 hours, I drank 8 ounces of "the juice". The trips to the bathroom started about an hour into this ritual and continued until about 2200. I went to sleep and had no problems during the night. I was allowed coffee as one of my many liquids, so I had my normal 2 cups after I arose at my normal 0400. At 0700, I got to start the remaining 2 liters of "the juice". As I get close to the end of my intake at 0900, I'm thinking, I have to be at the clinic at 1000 and I really spending a lot of time getting rid of this stuff, how the heck am I going to get there without soiling my skivvies??? Carole's in a dither 'cause I'm still sitting on the commode and it's 0910. Well, I made it to the clinic and immediately told the girl at the desk I needed a bathroom. She knew the drill and I was ushered in. The procedure started with a bunch of questions about allergies, meds, etc. No, no, and more no. Then I was hooked up to an IV, injected with benedryl and told I would get sleepy. Things are a bit fuzzy after this part, but I was given something else and told I would get even sleepier. The doctor started the scoping operation and sure enough, where I felt this funny little twinge in my gut, he found a polyp. Now we have the wait to see if it is malignant or benign. The doctor said he didn't think it was bad 'cause we caught it in early stages. Listen to your body friends, it's a lot smarter than you give it credit.