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In Idaho it is illegal to hold up 3 cars IIRC, could be 5.
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Not sure either but I think maybe it's 5 vehicles. I've never seen it enforced either way. It's not uncommon to see some jerk with a trailer heading to Boise and holding up 50 cars in Banks Canyon on a Sunday afternoon.
 
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Tgp I Will Destroy You GIF by The Good Place
 
Art Upton said:
Is that like the SNL "Colon Blow" fiber cereal commercial they did 😂

Edit: that was back when SNL was funny c
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Wait until you finish reading Dave Barry's story about MoviPrep...


I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy. A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis.


Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner. I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn’t really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, quote, ‘HE’S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR BEHIND!’


I left Andy’s office with some written instructions, 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 America’s enemies.


I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous.


Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I began my preparation. In accordance with my instructions, I didn’t eat any solid food that day; all I had was chicken broth, which is basically water, only with less flavor.


Then, in the evening, I took the MoviPrep. You mix two packets of powder together in a one-liter plastic jug, then you fill it with lukewarm water.


(For those unfamiliar with the metric system, a liter 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 commode 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, you have to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at whic h point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet…


After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep. The next morning my wife drove me to the clinic. I was very nervous. Not only was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage. I was thinking, ‘What if I spurt on Andy?’ How do you apologize to a friend for something like that? Flowers would not be enough.


At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understoodand totally agreed with whatever the heck the forms said. Then they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the kind that, when you put it on, makes you feel even more naked than when you are actuall y naked.


Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand.


Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I was already lying down. Eddie also told me that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep.


At first was ticked off that I hadn’t thought of this, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full Fire Hose Mode.


You would have no choice but to burn your house. When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthetist. I did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere.


I was seriously nervous at this point. Andy had me roll over on my left side, and the anesthetist began hooking something up to the needle in my hand. There was music playing in th e room, and I realized that the song was ‘Dancing Queen’ by Abba. I remarked to Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this particular procedure, ‘Dancing Queen’ has to be the least appropriate. ‘You want me to turn it up?’ said Andy, from somewhere behind me… ‘Ha ha,’ I said.


And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for more than a decade.


If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like:


I have no idea. Really. I slept through it. One moment, Abba was shrieking ‘Dancing Queen! Feel the beat from the tambourine …’ and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood. Andy was looking down at me and asking me how I felt. I felt excellent. I felt even more excellent when Andy told me that it was all over, and that my colon had passed with f lying colors.


I have never been prouder of an internal organ.


ABOUT THE WRITER: Dave Barry is a Pulitzer Prize-winning humor columnist for the Miami Herald.
 
BEC said:
As someone who has to do this again some time this year, I appreciate Dave Barry's little writeup immensely (and a little nervously even though I slept through the actual procedure just as described).
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Many anesthetics don't work well for me. I kept waking up during the procedure asking questions. They couldn't believe it. Had a major abdominal surgery, they had to hit me with a couple of different anesthetics to get me to sleep, even then I was awake for a few minutes before going out.

Hans.
 
K'Tesh said:
Wait until you finish reading Dave Barry's story about MoviPrep...


I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy. A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis.


Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner. I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn’t really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, quote, ‘HE’S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR BEHIND!’


I left Andy’s office with some written instructions, 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 America’s enemies.


I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous.


Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I began my preparation. In accordance with my instructions, I didn’t eat any solid food that day; all I had was chicken broth, which is basically water, only with less flavor.


Then, in the evening, I took the MoviPrep. You mix two packets of powder together in a one-liter plastic jug, then you fill it with lukewarm water.


(For those unfamiliar with the metric system, a liter 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 commode 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, you have to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at whic h point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet…


After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep. The next morning my wife drove me to the clinic. I was very nervous. Not only was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage. I was thinking, ‘What if I spurt on Andy?’ How do you apologize to a friend for something like that? Flowers would not be enough.


At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understoodand totally agreed with whatever the heck the forms said. Then they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the kind that, when you put it on, makes you feel even more naked than when you are actuall y naked.


Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand.


Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I was already lying down. Eddie also told me that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep.


At first was ticked off that I hadn’t thought of this, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full Fire Hose Mode.


You would have no choice but to burn your house. When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthetist. I did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere.


I was seriously nervous at this point. Andy had me roll over on my left side, and the anesthetist began hooking something up to the needle in my hand. There was music playing in th e room, and I realized that the song was ‘Dancing Queen’ by Abba. I remarked to Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this particular procedure, ‘Dancing Queen’ has to be the least appropriate. ‘You want me to turn it up?’ said Andy, from somewhere behind me… ‘Ha ha,’ I said.


And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for more than a decade.


If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit detai
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i'm glad I'll never have to get one of those they always ask 'Do you want to get one?" and I go, nope. as That's the least of my problems
 
I'm having a colonoscopy soon. Doc said you don't have to drink that nasty stuff any more. I also wake up during anesthesia. It's happened so often I warn the Anesthetist. I woke up during a gastric endoscopy with my mouth propped open and the tube down my throat. During a Bronchoscopy, twice. During a Cardiac Ablation. Twice during the procedure. First time I looked at the giant TV screen above me and saw the wires inside of me and said wow. They bombed me quick. The second time I heard the nurse say we are going to burn and I said burn it and I was out again. The absolutely worst colonoscopy was when I vomited a stomach full of blood from an H Pyloric bleeding ulcer. Ambulance ride to the Hospital and an emergency Colonoscopy the next day. I felt horrible and had to drink that vile stuff. I was a fall risk so I couldn't get out of bed by myself. There was a small portable toilet next to the bed. Every time I used it a nurse or candy striper would wipe me. I have no modesty any more as a result. Also got a transfusion. I had two more H Pyloric bleeding ulcers. But I discover them before I ended up in the hospital.
 
K'Tesh said:
Wait until you finish reading Dave Barry's story about MoviPrep...


I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy. A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis.


Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner. I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn’t really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, quote, ‘HE’S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR BEHIND!’


I left Andy’s office with some written instructions, 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 America’s enemies.


I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous.


Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I began my preparation. In accordance with my instructions, I didn’t eat any solid food that day; all I had was chicken broth, which is basically water, only with less flavor.


Then, in the evening, I took the MoviPrep. You mix two packets of powder together in a one-liter plastic jug, then you fill it with lukewarm water.


(For those unfamiliar with the metric system, a liter 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 commode 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, you have to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at whic h point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet…


After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep. The next morning my wife drove me to the clinic. I was very nervous. Not only was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage. I was thinking, ‘What if I spurt on Andy?’ How do you apologize to a friend for something like that? Flowers would not be enough.


At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understoodand totally agreed with whatever the heck the forms said. Then they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the kind that, when you put it on, makes you feel even more naked than when you are actuall y naked.


Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand.


Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I was already lying down. Eddie also told me that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep.


At first was ticked off that I hadn’t thought of this, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full Fire Hose Mode.


You would have no choice but to burn your house. When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthetist. I did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere.


I was seriously nervous at this point. Andy had me roll over on my left side, and the anesthetist began hooking something up to the needle in my hand. There was music playing in th e room, and I realized that the song was ‘Dancing Queen’ by Abba. I remarked to Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this particular procedure, ‘Dancing Queen’ has to be the least appropriate. ‘You want me to turn it up?’ said Andy, from somewhere behind me… ‘Ha ha,’ I said.


And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for more than a decade.


If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like:


I have no idea. Really. I slept through it. One moment, Abba was shrieking ‘Dancing Queen! Feel the beat from the tambourine …’ and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood. Andy was looking down at me and asking me how I felt. I felt excellent. I felt even more excellent when Andy told me that it was all over, and that my colon had passed with f lying colors.


I have never been prouder of an internal organ.


ABOUT THE WRITER: Dave Barry is a Pulitzer Prize-winning humor columnist for the Miami Herald.
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I've had it twice, and all I can say is it's not nearly that bad. Nine years ago the prep was much as Barry described, the procedure was done with me awake and heavily tranquilized, and that was that. Four years ago the prep was much improved and the procedure was done under a general, which I truly feel is an unnecessary risk; I'd rather have the tranquilizer. I am not dreading next year.

teepot said:
During a Cardiac Ablation. Twice during the procedure. First time I looked at the giant TV screen above me and saw the wires inside of me and said wow. They bombed me quick. The second time I heard the nurse say we are going to burn and I said burn it and I was out again.
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Your whole post earned a :eek: reaction, but that there is funny, and I dare anyone to deny it.

For my cardiac ablation, they asked me if I wanted to be awake or "asleep", and I chose awake because the whole procedure sounded cool. (Again, there was plenty of tranquilizer.) Then I went into atrial fibrillation during the procedure and they had to shock me, from the inside, so they put me out. (They were prepared for the risk of fibrillation, so that was no big deal. But I'd been shocked by failed defibrillation attempts while conscious twice, and was out but woke up when shocked the third [successful] time, all of that four days prior, so I was glad to be out for that final one.)

I was also given the choice for my vasectomy, and again chose the local, and that was a mistake. If any of you are facing that in your future, get the general.
 
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jqavins said:
I've had it twice, and all I can say is it's not nearly that bad. Nine years ago the prep was much as Barry described, the procedure was done with me awake and heavily tranquilized, and that was that. Four years ago the prep was much improved and the procedure was done under a general, which I truly feel is an unnecessary risk; I'd rather have the tranquilizer. I am not dreading next year.


Your whole post earned a :eek: reaction, but that there is funny, and I dare anyone to deny it.

For my cardiac ablation, they asked me if I wanted to be awake or "asleep", and I chose awake because the whole procedure sounded cool. (Again, there was plenty of tranquilizer.) Then I went into atrial fibrillation during the procedure and they had to shock me, from the inside, so they put me out. (They were prepared for the risk of fibrillation, so that was no big deal. But I'd been shocked by failed defibrillation attempts while conscious twice, and was out but woke up when shocked the third [successful] time, all of that four days prior, so I was glad to be out for that final one.)

I was also given the choice for my vasectomy, and again chose the local, and that was a mistake. If any of you are facing that in your future, get the general.
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I didn't think the vasectomy was terrible, especially considering what I'd been told to expect. No worse than any other foul tip I'd ever taken off the sack. I was told to bring headphones to lessen the chance of hearing the surgical snipping and sawing, and not to breathe through my nose so I didn't smell my flesh burning when he cauterized the ends of the seminal vesicles. I took both pieces of advice. Forty-five minutes after it started, I walked out to my car and drove home. The pain was negligible, really kind of a dull ache. I bought three jock straps and wore one Friday, one Saturday and one Sunday. When I went to work Sunday night I was out of jock straps, so I decided that it couldn't be that bad and went without. A couple of hours into my night, I took an early lunch and went home to find a dirty jock strap to wear the rest of the night. Support is important. Buy the value pack of jock straps.
 

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