Chasing the Butterfly

So, back to, am I a man dreaming I'm a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming I'm a man. It seems that last night I was a man trying to dream I was a butterfly, but I was not able to get enough sleep to dream much of anything.
I had to have a wonderful medical procedure this morning called a colonoscopy, where they stick a camera, on a long manueverable (able to be moved fairly easily) cord or wire, up my butt, and move it through my lower intestine. Young men like myself are supposed to get them every 5 years or so as a means (way) of detecting (finding/discovering) colon cancer.
The procedure itself isn't so terrible. It only takes about an hour, and I slept through it with the help of the medication they gave me. The more difficult part is the preparation the day before for the procedure. I couldn't eat anything after 9:00 am, and I had to drink as much clear liquid (water, tea, any liquid you can see through, but no alcohol, of course) as I could 'til 4:00 pm. Then I had to drink about a half gallon of a perscription liquid (yuck, it tasted, well, not too good) within a couple of hours in order to clean out my colon. Then back to clear liquids. So, yup, a lot of bathroom time.
And, of course, this also tends to make it difficult to get much sleep between using the bathroom, and also being quite hungry. Ravenous (extremely hungry) actually.
So, I managed to get maybe 3 hours of sleep before having to take a shower, and then get Edgar up before the sun was even up. Edgar was not thrilled about that. But he is demanding a lot of attention now.
Maybe tonight I will become a butterfly dreaming I am a man, but I simply did not have the opportunity to dream last night at all. At least as far as I can remember.
And if I am lucky, it will be at least another 5 years before someone shoves a camera up my butt again.