Over the past 8 hours, I’ve downed 64 oz. of water. Nothing else. No snacks. My head is pounding and I’m so, so hungry.
Now, the unpleasantness of drinking the Movi-Prep begins. (I’ve had a colonoscopy before, so I know of what I speak…) A friend of my has taken the silly word nast, which is worse than nasty, and made it even worse: NARST.
Word. Of. The Day. NARST.
Thanks for that word, HoneyJade.