You are wonderful!

Thank you, friends. I knew you would make me feel better, and oh how you have! I am cheerfully prepared for the fast and the laxative, and no longer in anxt about the process. I rather like the idea of DH writing rude poetry on my bum. I'll start composing a limerick. "There once was a kindly proctologist . . ."

You affirm my belief that we are an informational resource for one another. It's one thing to read the information that the hospital sends, and quite another to hear from loving friends. No where in the hospital information does it say, "Stay close to the toilet." This is essential information! Imagine trying to do this process while working in an office. What do you do if you soil your shorts at work? Wash them out in the sink and dry them under the hand dryer? Throw them away and line your pantyhose with paper towels to protect your clothes on the way home? Steal a wastebasket liner to sit on so you don't ruin your car seat? I was going to drink the stuff at work, then go to my writer's group. Wouldn't THAT have been a distressing experience? As it is, I'll go home and take my dose half an hour late. I don't think half an hour will make that much difference. And I'll be in my own friendly home bathroom with all my books and magazines to comfort me, and some scented candles to freshen the air. And I'll lose weight!

Thank you, thank you for comfortimg and encouraging me. I feel wrapped in loving arms and can face tomorrow's procedure with equanimity.