Kev is recovered from the invasion. Mad about what he sees as a crappy attitude-pun intended-from his gastroenterologist. But feeling better and determined to be well until he can see/talk with Dr. Francis to get an opinion he's more confident in.
I'm still reeling over the bar-code-on-his-ass supermarket mentality at the hospital. Cha-ching...this one's done, hike him out the door...
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