Back then I had to go to the pharmacy and get an envelope of powder and an empty gallon jug. I don’t think I’ll start making Clenpiq martinis, but given how horrible the other stuff was, it went down a treat. Soon, I’d bundled my street clothes and cellphone into a plastic bag and donned a smock and no-slip socks. I’d wake up a half-hour later with no memory of the “Heart of Darkness”-like expedition my doctor had gone on. ADI was wheeled back to the chilly colonoscopy room.

Source: Washington Post November 03, 2019 20:15 UTC