Had mine last year, rather late at 55. It was surprisingly amusing.

The waiting room was full of other soon to be "initiates" to the procedure.. I had the devilish impulse to call out "I know exactly what's about to happen to all of you", but restrained myself. Particularly as I was about to have the same thing done to me.

I'm vertically challenged and could have used the hospital gown for a parachute. Had to hold the bloody thing together to avoid a "wardrobe malfunction" in front of everybody while walking toware the guerney.

As they wheeled me in to the "station", there was some horrible, magnified crenulated thing showing on the monitor that looked like the worst sort of diseased tissue. "Oh, that's a towel that we left the probe on."

The aenesthesiologist asked me what my profession was. "Oh, I'm a ..... Wow, that stuff works fast!. [out].