Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Uno mas

I sat in my cell waiting for the executioner this morning. The worst was already over. What is the worst that they could do to me now? I had already drank my 4 liters Colyite and taken my Dulcolax tablets. The only thing hanging over my head was the magic moment when the director hollers "Lights, camera, action". 
The nurse asked almost as an aside when was the last time that I had something to eat. When I told her about 4:30 yesterday afternoon I could see by the look on her face that something was amiss. "What was it?" She asked. I guess she was no fan of Italian food because when I answered “Linguini with Clam Souse”  she didn't ask Red or White.
Why didn't I follow the written instructions, she wanted to know. I told her I didn’t get any instructions but this wasn’t my first Colonoscopy and I kind of  knew the drill.
Long story short. We go back to Square One. I fast all day today and then I scarf down more Dulolax  and wash them down with another four liters of  Colyte.
Am I a lucky guy, or what?