Last night wasn't pleasant. The gastro-cleansing drink tasted like the worst diet soda ever. It did its job, however, and the last 12 sleep-deprived hours were filled with continual pilgrimages to the porcelain throne.
Compared to the preparation, the actual procedure went quickly and far more pleasantly. I was wheeled into the room at 8:30 and awoke at 9:20. Dr. Lee had removed six small polyps (there were none in 2013) and said that I should return in three years.
In April, 2022, I'll be in the throes of tax season, then there's spring planting, and summer travel, I'm sure 3½ years will still be okay....
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