My doctor decided that the ultrasound scheduled for next week was too long to wait, and bumped me into a slot today somehow. I had hopes of hearing the results from that, but none appear to be forthcoming today. I suppose no news is good news.
I have the flex sigmoidoscopy first thing tomorrow morning. This afternoon and evening were devoted to "prep". I have decided that Magnesium Citrate is not as evil as Phospho Soda, but that this is a marginal improvement at best. It's rather like deciding what you'd rather be stung by - wasp or hornet.
The Socialist picked up my copy of Lord of the Rings today, and I spent the night watching it, putting it on hold, running to the bathroom, slinking back into the living room, watching some more, then repeating the cycle. I doubt I'll be getting too much sleep tonight. At least it's general anesthetic tomorrow, so I'll get some sleep then.
Perhaps I'll get some answers then as well.