24 Hours and Counting...

It's 7 am and I'm starting my clear liquid diet for the day. I'm most of the way packed and things are pretty much ready to go. I need to report to the hospital around noon for blood typing and cross matching in case they need to do a transfusion. At around 1 or 2 this afternoon I start my laxative routine with a nice chilled bottle of magnesium citrate and four bisacodyl tablets. At 7 pm I take the first six antibiotic pills (neomycin and metronidazole) to kill everything in my digestive tract. I repeat the routine at 11 pm to kill off whatever survived the first round and then I wait for 6 am to roll around. By the time I get to the hospital, my intestines should be so clean, you could see your reflection in them!

My main concerns are:

1. I don't space out and pound a bacon double cheeseburger for lunch. Carolyn's already tried to feed me molassas bread.
2. The magnesium citrate doesn't taste as bad as it sounds. The instructions say to drink it as fast as I can "tolerate" which isn't encouraging.
   
3. I make it to the toilet in time when the laxatives kick in.
4. I can hold down 12 industrial strength antibiotic pills.
5. The aforementioned pills don't leave me deaf or with irreversable liver damage.
6. I wake up in time for surgery.

Beyond that, it should be a pretty nice day!