Thanks. I'm expecting them to be "pre-cancerous", since the guy doing it said they looked like it to him, and he's got 24 years of experience, but when one of the choices is "cancerous", then I'll take "pre-cancerous". It just means that they may have developed into something bad, but no biggie, they're gone now. If they'd been "just weird bumps" then I'd be clear for 10 years. If it takes five years for anything to even grow into something dangerous, then okay, I guess we'll check again in five years.
Disgusting graphic report of prep - skip if you can't handle the truth
People kept telling me that the prep for the procedure is much worse than the procedure itself. True, since I was under general anaesthesia for the procedure, therefore it was nothing. But I was expecting 24 hours of near-misery as the prep, and to be honest, it wasn't nearly as bad as I'd expecting. Not exactly fun, but literally painless.
The stuff you drink is obviously meant to clean you out. It's a liquid that fools your body into getting routed through the solids channel, which it flushes out on its way through. Diarrhea is usually fucking tragic, but on my second or third trip to the bathroom, it occurred to me that the one thing that makes diarrhea so tragic is the pain. Your bowels are wringing themselves to get whatever is in there the hell out. In this case, I knew what going on, and there was no pain at all. There was the weird feeling of liquid passing through the solids channel, and the associated mess at the exit point, but really, that was it.
I took the day off, and just sat at the computer most of the day, playing games and surfing the net. Every 20 minutes or so, I'd get the notification that I needed to walk the 20 feet to the bathroom. Okay. From what I'd heard, I was expecting to have literally 2 seconds to get my ass there and bare or there would be a tragedy. No, not at all. The notification was pretty normal, I head to the bathroom, pass some stuff in two or three "rounds", then clean up as usual. 15 or 20 trips total over five or six hours, then I went to bed. I actually thought that maybe I was doing it wrong. Again, it wasn't a walk in the park, but it wasn't the hours of agony and discomfort I'd been expecting. Oh yeah, I was pretty stoned, too. That probably helped. No fucking way was I going to face this event sober, the prep or the procedure.
Next morning, day of the procedure, I drank the other half gallon of prep stuff. Lemon flavored, also not nearly as horrible as I'd been led to believe. This time I starting getting nauseous, so I visited the top shelf of the closet, stepped out the back door for a few minutes, and no more nausea. My wife said that that was a bad idea, since it does dehydrate you, and also I will be going under general anaesthesia. Yep, both true. But I didn't care. I'm not going to be nauseous for the next three hours, and if I don't get quite as clean inside as they'd like, well, they've seen worse I'm sure.
I just don't care any more. I'm going to be on a table, unconscious, as a guy runs a camera up my ass, and actually does a snip or two while he's in there, I'm gonna face this my way. After a total of about six hours, I'm sure the non-tobacco had worn off, but waking up from general, I kinda felt the same. On the way home, my wife driving of course, I told her Hey, this is kinduva nice buzz, I wonder... oh yeah. They probably wouldn't be up to selling me some of it. By time we were home, I was mostly clear-headed. Remedied that once we got home, and the rest of the day was cake.
Seriously, though. Not nearly as horrible, either the day before or the day of, as I'd been led to believe.