Polyethylene glycol 3350 with electrolytes
bowel preparation
"So, it's now around 5:45pm lucky for me, I've found myself staring at this dreadful GALLON (that's right ladies and gentlemen, 4 whole liters) of this stuff. My GI told me I could add 2 of the 2qt crystal light packets to this for "better" flavor. My choice of poison was lemonade. I chose to drink it in a cup with ice and a straw, and found it goes down fairly easily, although you can taste there's something NOT right with this lemonade-bowel prep concoction. Someone explained it on here earlier perfectly, it's like it's got a thickness to the liquid that you can't really see. 

It's around I'm now sitting here on my bed finishing my third 8 ounce cup of this bowel prep. Each sip progressively got worse and worse, if I'm being frank. I found myself becoming more hesitant with each sip. Maybe it's because it is gross, or because I know it's going to inflict this sickness upon me. Not knowing what to expect, I told my friend it's been tasting bad, but hasn't hit me yet. Since she's endured this prep in the past she advised me that "it's not like normal poop. You get the dance in your bowels and think it'll pass. BUT IT WON'T PASS IT IS NOT A DRILL. I REPEAT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. RUN TO THE BATHROOM." Immediately after reading this my stomach begins gurgling louder and louder. So I think well $h!t (literally). So, its around 7:45, I now write this to you from my toilet... and let me tell you, I'm glad I took my friend's advice! It definitely isn't like a normal poop. And my stomach has been grumbling ever since. I'm thinking there's no way this stuff isn't effective. I'm feeling some stomach discomfort, so of course I'm finding it harder to keep drinking it to finish the full 2L. Unfortunately for me, this is game 7 of the World Series, with a tied game of 6-6 in the 8th inning, so I'm trying to watch this live while running back and forth to the bathroom "