I've had this nonsense done before: first in 1991, then in 2002, and today. Each time they took out an eensy-weensy polyp or two. The first time they never invited me back, which hurt my feelings very badly. The second time I was unemployed but still had insurance and the doc suggested it because of my age (I'm over 172 years old). And this time it was done because the previous one was five years ago.

The first time the prep was BLOODY GODDAM AWFUL!! I had to give myself an enema, for instance. The second time the prep wasn't fun, but it was a lot better than the first time. This time is was nearly, but only nearly, civilized.