Drinking Plunger Punch (AKA Colyte) for the last two days may have helped the doctor conduct the colonoscopy, but its volcanic effects have made me glad we have flush toilets. Wow! A few episodes felt like my tonsils would be torn from my throat and hurled into the bottomless abyss.
Two hours after I drank my first two litres, I asked Bob "When does this start?"
Bob: "The better question is when does this stop."
If you have had one, you know what Bob meant.
In the last year I have had a camera in my mouth, down my throat, up my bum. I'm running out of prepositions.