Another first-admitting myself to the Hospital for a real surgery-anesthesiologist and all. Somehow for 45 years I've avoided the humility of wearing that ass-less gown-no more!!!
Hours of nurses and specialists coming and going, taking tests and asking questions-SportsCenter continues to loop but finally the Dr. stops by and soon after, they come to get me. Admittedly nervous, but the little kid in me, having never been wheeled around the corridors while in bed got some joy out of it.....right until that friggen cold OR door opens and you see the activity that awaits you. Fortunately for me, as one nurse is cocoooning me up, I have an itch on my nose I can no longer get too and the anesthesiologist tells me this is no problem ...good night....and I'm gone-little warming of the head and the next thing I remember is the continual questions and thirst in recovery. I have brief recollection of Dr. Adachi coming in and giving me details but very foggy.......
What you don't forget is the word "positive"
SHT-I popped positive for a cancer tumor-are you kidding me? -details Tuesday
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