Winding trip

Well, this is a bit filthy talk but I had an intestine inspection yesterday. Don't take it easy. It was a one-day ordeal.
It actually starts the day before, when you take laxative pills right before going to bed. It works so beautifully that within two hours after you fell asleep you want to go to bathroom. Every hour on the hour you wake up on concern about... leakage.
Next morning you get out of the bed with the eyes that make everyone you meet say "You didn't sleep well. Did you?"
Leaving home early in the morning with nothing in your stomach you get to a hospital to see a doctor who is kind enough to explain all the risks of the inspection, which sounds as if to test your courage. When you are ready and prepared to be one of the rare unfortunate, a jug with 2 litters of cleansing water is served with 3 candies of strawberry, apple and herb flavor. You have to drink up the salty water within one hour. By the time you consume 2 thirds of the liquid, you want to use bathroom. This process is exactly what you imagine from the word "cleansing". You pour water into your mouth and here you go, it comes out. It continues for 3 hours until a nurse approves of what is left in the toilet bowl. When she gives a satisfactory smirk you are called in to a room next to the examination room where you hear all the conversation between the doc and an examinee such as
"The endoscope is now going through a complicated part so it may hurt you a bit."
"ouch!".
Or
"Can you see this polyp?
"Oh, no. I didn't expect such a big one has grown in my tummy."
" Do you want me to remove it?"
"Is it malignant?"
"I hope not but I am not quite sure until it is sent for biopsy."
"Then why you ask? Please remove it and send it as soon as possible!"
"Well it is a rule to ask for your approval because the removal has a little bit higher risk than just an inspection with an endoscope...The risk is..."
"REMOVE IT!"
Listening to them talk, you have enough time to think about all the impending possibilities and its ramifications. By the time you are finally called in, you feel somewhat tired from all the concern. First you get an injection which suppresses the movement of your bowel and supposedly pain. Then you are instructed to lie down on your side on the bed drawing up your knees to the stomach. The endoscope is inserted at last. No problem. No excitement. No pleasure. No embarassment. But when it goes through what the doc calls "complicated path" it hurts. When the doc manages to get it through the difficult part it marches through to the appendix where your colon and small intestine meet. "Beautiful", the doc says. "No polyp or no ulcer at all". At this you suddenly feel relaxed and sleepy. Returning journey of the endoscope is rather uneventful with some comments and explanation about what you are seeing on the display. Unless you are a scientist, you can just appreciate the endoscope for the long and winding journey in a not-so-clean environment until the doc says "That's it." Then you are called in to the doc's office to have a little chat about the result combined with advice to have an annual check if you would like to live longer.
It ended at 3:00p.m. What a day, not too bad though. All is well that ends well.