I hate going to the doctor. Does that sound ironic? How about when it is to have tests done in the radiology section of a hospital? In Spain, there is a saying that “at the blacksmith’s home, the family eats with wooden utensils”.
Actually, having a camera stuck down my throat wasn’t that traumatic after all. From the photo, you can tell that I had just come back to this world from full sedation. I didn’t feel a thing, I slept, dreamt (that I was working with Borja), and it was over. I even got my first ever glimpse of my own innards — I will spare you those photos — and everything seemed pretty halal.