Monday, I was in buidling B at Missouri Baptist when a woman in the hall turned to me and asked, "Do you know how to get to the fifth floor of building B?"
"I don't think there is a fifth floor."
"They told me to go to Building B, Suite 550. The Endoscopy Suite."
"Ohh! Suite 550 is in Building D, not B. I'm going there tomorrow." And how lucky are you, lady, to randomly ask me, the person who scheduled back-to-back his-and-hers colonoscopies in Suite 550?
So, Tuesday was Gary's turn to have his colonoscopy. He suffered greatly during the prep, much worse than I did. The guilt caused me to have sympathy diarrhea a few hours in.
He felt my Pro Tips were useless. I also told him about AnneP's Desitin tip, and he argued about that too. The next morning he woke me up to tell me his ass was chapped. Welcome to my world, AnneP.
The best part was that when the time came, when he was wheeled in, when he was ready for his close-up Mr. DeMille, they went for his butt and found he had left his underwear on.
Reportedly, they said, "This will not do."
It was his red underwear too. He took it off, they went in deep and found two polyps. They both look angelic to me.