Tomorrow I get the pleasure of taking the day off of work to have a man I barely know poke, prod, and in general mess with my insides for a little over an hour with the overall goal of improving said insides. For that pleasure, I (by proxy of my insurance) will pay him a lot of money. The reasons why aren’t really important; I’m fine, I’m healthy, and I will continue to be both fine and healthy… although, I will admit to trepidation at the thought of being incapacitated via anesthesia by people with lots of tiny knives.