Ah, what the hell…
Generally, one shies away from discussing one’s adventures with anal probes but ever since my anal probe yesterday I can’t stop saying “anal probe”. It’s just not-stop fun!
The reactions of a four year old to a father’s colonoscopy are rather priceless. While others didn’t really care to hear too much of the experience, Fergus was like “tell me everything that happened Daddy, right from the start…. don’t leave anything out.” When I got to the bit about the actual procedure he roared with laughter and shouted “Ha ha, that’s gotta hurt”. But I think I may have left out an important tidbit of information in relating the events to him because later, in bed…
Fergus: “Are you okay now Daddy?”
Daddy: “Yes, I’m fine. I was always fine.”
Fergus: “You don’t have your bandages on anymore”
Daddy: “No, I took them off (IV bandages)”
Fergus: “But you still have that thing in your bum right?… doesn’t it hurt?”
Daddy: “NO NO NO Noooooooooooooo”
“Rectum? Darn near killed him.” (RJKB)
By the way, it may have been the drugs or it may have been that my colon and bowels are particularly boring, but after being invited to watch my inner-self on the TV monitor I think I fell asleep (hmmm, maybe they TiVo’d it for me?).
In lieu of a photo anywhere near related to the events detailed in this post - here’s one of Bob Ross painting a happy little scene: