“Are they serving breakfast back there?”

Overheard at the check-in desk at the clinic where I got my second colonoscopy this morning.

It’s not like I’m collecting them or anything.  I just have to submit to the probe every five years so as to divert my eventual cause of death.

As much as I’d like to engage in some colorful storytelling over this morning’s event and the 24 hours of preparation leading up to it, I won’t.

That’s because I already have.  Feel free to refamiliarize yourself with what happened the last time I did this.

For what it’s worth, I’m the one that asked about breakfast.