By the time the morning of the test arrived, I was all pooped out. They used what most people call 'twilight sleep' on me. It's sort of hard to remember what went on after they inserted the needle in my arm. I might not have had full control of everything while I was out, and I sure could have been a little foggy, but I think I remember the Doctor reporting to me afterwards "I found three plops." I then looked at the floor around the table and didn't see anything down there so I assume they cleaned them up while I was sleeping. For some reason he wants to do this again in three years. They really have it in for old people who don't control themselves. I'm not looking forward to the rest home.