I woke up during the last bit of my first cataract surgery (was awake through the entirety of the other one). I remember being in the hallway, waiting to be rolled into the surgery room and then waking up in a panic with one of the doctors calmly repeating, “Don’t freak out.”

Medalist.

The spacing and my lack of glasses had me read it as “The mixed cream cough, for a berry filled drop.”

It won’t last.