"Inspection!" I say, and stand aside so that my mom and my ex can look in the toilet bowl to judge the clarity of my stool. Yes, seriously, and yes, clarity. I've had about 3/4 of a gallon of GoLytely, the purpose of which is to clean out one's intestines to the point at which one is, forgive me, shitting clear liquid. I can't be trusted to judge it myself, because if I see one more drop of GoLytely, I'm going to cry.
"That's not clear!"
I pout, and go back to the couch for the few minutes I have before I have to run back.
Yes, I'm a grown man. There's no such thing as a grown man doing "bowel prep."
Today, I lay in bed for a while, reaching around my side with my fingers, trying to imagine the scar, thinking about whether they'd have to take off one of those little bottom ribs. I'll find out early enough tomorrow. I'm to report at 5:45am.
Thanks for all the good wishes. They tell me I'll be in the hospital for 4-7 days after surgery, but I'll try to get someone to post an update here as soon as possible. See ya!