The flavors! He gets to mix his selection in this big jug, which also has some mysterious powder in it that will facilitate the clean out.
How thoughtful of them to give him a choice of FIVE! When I had my glucose tolerance test when I was pregnant (to tell me what I already knew, which was that I did not have gestational diabetes), the only flavor I was offered was fizzy orange—at room temperature. This concoction Husband can have pleasantly chilled. In a nice glass! With a twist of lemon zest! Or a lime! Really, I don't know what he's complaining about.
But he's nervous. And scared. And I feel sort of sorry for him. But not sorry enough that I could prevent rolling my eyes when he lamented heading off this morning to "his last yoga class" or thoughtfully offered suggestions of what he would like for "his last meal" tonight. I mean, for heaven's sake, Katie Couric had this done on live television. And a mean little part of me is looking forward to having someone in this family other than me endure an invasive medical procedure. Just to mix it up a little.
I'm voting for Citrus Berry. What do you think?