They've also looked down my throat and up my address. You are right about the prep being the most degrading part of the procedure. The first thing I recalled after recovery was sitting in a chair waiting to be picked up. The day after, I was told I had dressed myself and passed whatever requirements they had for my release. Guess I missed the flatulation festival. Only after being reminded, did I vaguely remember waiting in the car for a BIG take-out breakfast that I supposedly demanded we stop for before being dropped off at home. I was a complete waste until the next morning.

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