Very early Friday (tomorrow) morning, I will head to the hospital for my VAT surgery. I am hopeful that three holes in my chest will suffice rather than cracking open the sternum and ribs. Of course, I am also hopeful that the subsequent pathology report will show the lymphoma is gone.
Last time they cut on me, the surgeon and his gas-man reported that during the procedure I questioned them about whether I was dead. They thought that was hysterically funny. When, in response, I asked them for copies of their malpractice policies, they STFU.
This time around I am demanding Propofol with a chaser of Fentanyl. Happy days are here again!
I will be off-line until I sober up. That will be at least several days.
* If you loved Robin Williams, as I did, but you weren’t a huge fan of Michael Jackson, take a look at the following clip from the start to about 47 seconds regarding the utility of Propofol.