Had Miralax for my last scan–it was fine, not vile. Make sure you engage with people who tell you that you have 10 years of undigested meat in your colon!
I had to drink Miralax. It was, ermm, “flavored” with something horrid, lemon I believe, and I would have strongly preferred to ingest the stuff in the most concentrated unflavored form possible and then drink the water on top of it. To get it down, I drank it with nearly 350 ml of whiskey, which is probably not what the proctology team would have prescribed. Then drank oceans of seltzer water as the damn stuff ran through me to rehydrate.
Just say “no” to “flavored” gutpoison.
When you poop out straw-colored water, you’re done. Don’t stray far from the toilet when the laxatives take effect.
I had one last summer. I didn’t mind the Miralax and the diarrhea all that much. For me, the worst part was the hunger, as you are not allowed to eat solid food for at least 24 hours prior to the procedure. My efforts were successful, as I learned that I scored a perfect 9 out of 9 on the Boston Bowel Preparation Scale!
I Googled “Plenvu” and I gather that it’s one of the more modern preps, which aren’t actually horrible and, most importantly, that you don’t take in large quantities. The one time I had a colonoscopy, the prep purgative was something called Pico-Salax, which IIRC was a lemon-flavoured tea-like conconction that made a cupful. You drank one cup, and after some set time when you didn’t think you could possibly poop any more, you had to drink another.
Colonoscopies are valuable, but I’m fine with my doctor currently being satisfied with fecal immunochemical testing. It’s not nearly as informative as a colonoscopy, but it’s a good compromise. Basically you mail a small sample of poop in a special capsule to a lab and you and your doctor get the results. Meanwhile you feel profound sympathy for the lab workers who have to do the analysis (although I understand it’s mostly automated). Some of those tests are notoriously prone to false positives, but since mine came back negative, I trust that the medical establishment will leave me in peace for a while.
Challenge accepted!
My stomach won’t stop rumbling, but i can’t tell if I’m percolating another round or just starving.
Here’s what Dave Barry had to say about it. He used MoviPrep.
I looked up Plenvu, and when I saw the $50 discount-copay card, I figured (correctly) that it was some kind of fortified Miralax.
Are you talking about ColoGard? I did one around the same time I had my unfortunately positive mammogram, and it, thank heavens, was negative.
I couldn’t resist telling the people at the UPS drop-off station that I was there to give them some crap. Yeah, I know they probably hear that 10 times a day, and just imagine how the driver to the lab must feel, hoping that those boxes don’t break open.
No, ColoGard (which I keep misreading as “ColorGard” – like some sort of fabric protection like ScotchGard, or a bleach that won’t fade fabric colours) seems mainly to be a US thing. Or at least, around here, what is mainly used is Fecal Immunochemical Testing (FIT). I’m guessing that it’s viewed as a good cost/benefit tradeoff, and if it returns a positive result, then other tests will be indicated, including a colonoscopy.
It’s been almost four years since they found that tumor partially blocking my sigmoid colon. I’m alive because I insisted on a colonoscopy; my GP insisted it was ‘only’ IBS. Getting cut up from the pubis bone to the chest bone is infinitely worse.
Do it.
Only advice I have is to make sure they give you enough sedative. I had a colonoscopy where they didn’t give enough and I felt the tube poking and prodding about in the colon for a long time, very painful.
Well that’s the stuff of nightmares.
The key to Miralax is get the unflavored powder form and mix it with your favorite flavor of Gatorade. But not RED Gatorade, lest the 'scope operator have a panic attack and declare you terminally diseased!
The powder dissolves completely and has no taste. So the end result (har har) is drinking a quart of totally ordinary Gatorade over the course of about an hour. Easy peasy.
Then the real end result ensues. Har har.

perfect 9 out of 9 on the Boston Bowel Preparation Scale !
I understand that bowel prep is a demonstration event in the 2024 Summer Olympics.
Not sure where i landed on the Boston Bowel Preparation Scale, but the doctor told my wife afterward that the prep work on my colon was, and I’m quoting him here, "exemplary. " If there’s one thing i can do well, it’s clean out my colon apparently.
Came through with flying colors, no polyps, no colonoscopy for 10 more years!
And if you’re 45+ and on the fence, just freaking do it. The worst part is the prep. The procedure itself? Best sleep I’ve had in months.

The procedure itself is no big deal at all. And it is oh-so important.
Yeah, I only tolerated the prep because the procedure was easy-peasy. But the prep was horrible for me. It’s easier for others.

Of course, the first thing I did after getting dressed was to gulp down the strong coffee that my husband brought me, as I hadn’t had any that morning. Then we drove directly to a pho joint where I had a large bowl of chicken pho.
Lucky you. I went out with my sister and brother after my first procedure, but got so nauseated that I went to sit in the car with a paper bag. I had to have my meal hours later from a take-out box.

Not sure where i landed on the Boston Bowel Preparation Scale, but the doctor told my wife afterward that the prep work on my colon was, and I’m quoting him here, "exemplary. "
My doctor was also effusive in her praise of my prep.
They must hate it when it’s not thorough. (Although it goes with the territory I suppose)
Congratulations, @Happy_Lendervedder !
Well done you, @Happy_Lendervedder!! Truly, so important!

Yeah, I only tolerated the prep because the procedure was easy-peasy. But the prep was horrible for me. It’s easier for others.
The prep is horrible. Gagging down that slimy, lemon-flavored gallon of… well, I won’t go further, is not fun. But compared to enduring treatment for colon cancer, I considered it a day at the park.
My paternal grandmother died of colon cancer. What she endured to get to the death part was worse than dying, for a lady like her. Whenever I wanted to chuck that container of prep out the window, I found her sad, ghastly experience highly motivating.