I lay on the table dressed only in a hospital gown, prepped for my colonoscopy, when the doctor entered the room. He introduced himself, and we proceeded to have the following exchange.
“I heard you wrote a book.”
“Where’d you hear that?”
“Word gets around.”
The next thing I remember is waking up in the recovery room. Later I checked with the physicians at work, who assured me that the medications used to sedate me don’t cause hallucinations. Of all of the strange and fabulous experiences I’ve had since publishing Living Well with Chronic Illness, this was the strangest.