I’m getting a colonoscopy tomorrow. That means today I need to fast.
It hasn’t been too bad. I’ve caught myself a few times thinking of having a snack: There are Lifesavers hanging about; My wife was verbally enjoying the blueberries she had just purchased; The big bag of pistachios isn’t going to eat itself. But I haven’t eaten anything but chicken broth and Jello. Now that I talk about it though, I’m craving that big box of Stroopwaffel that I know is hiding in the pantry.
I’m not as weak as I would have expected. That will be tested tomorrow morning when I go for a run. I have to get up fairly early so I can be done before my appointment. I did today’s run before my body had realized it wasn’t getting any meals. Hopefully I’ll manage tomorrow without collapsing.
The medicine I have to drink to encourage a good fecal outflow hasn’t been as bad as expected. When my wife took it, she took an hour to drink it all. Afterwards she had a lot of nausea. I just chugged mine and was done. No nausea. I still have to drink a lot of water, and I’ve been very good at that: runners know how to drink a lot of water.
Hopefully tomorrow will go well.