I left the hospital after my pre-op appointment with a prescription for tamsulosin, antibiotics and a prescription for a product called 'MoviPrep,' which comes in a box large enough to hold a microwave
oven. I will discuss MoviPrep in detail later; for now suffice it to say that we
must never allow it to fall into the hands of terrorists.
Having read the MoviPrep instructions I spent the next few days sitting around being nervous.
Then, today, the day before my Brachytherapy, I began my preparation. In accordance
with my instructions, I stopped eating at 1600 hours and started MoviPrep at 1700 hours, this has been planned like a military operation, hence the time format.
You mix two packets of powder together in a one litre plastic jug, then you fill it with lukewarm water. (For
those unfamiliar with the metric system, a litre is about 32 gallons). Then you
have to drink the whole jug. This takes about an hour, because MoviPrep tastes -
and here I am being kind - like a mixture of goat spit and urinal cleanser, with
just a hint of lemon.
The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by somebody with a great sense of
humor, state that after you drink it, 'a loose, watery bowel movement may
result.'
This is kind of like saying that after you jump off your roof, you may
experience contact with the ground.
MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don't want to be too graphic, here, but, have
you ever seen a space-shuttle launch? This is pretty much the MoviPrep
experience, with you as the shuttle. There are times when you wish the toilet
had a seat belt. You spend several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom,
spurting violently. You eliminate everything. And then, when you figure you must
be totally empty, there is a final burst just like the end of a fireworks display, at which point,
as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start eliminating
food that you have not even eaten yet.
Tonight I will sleep in two pairs of my extra thick M&S cotton underpants with a towel under me. I took the old ground sheet off the bed, on reflection it was a bit over the top.
Finally, the downstairs toilet being occupied I was forced to make a run for the upstairs toilet this was during the finale spurt. I nearly made it, the stairs carpet should clean up with a good shampoo but my favourite corduroy trousers may need replacing.
The brachy op tomorrow should be a doddle after the MoviPrep!
John
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