Being wheeled into the operating room, I was immediately reminded of my last real operation when I was in the fifth grade. I was going in for my last skin graph for a burn I sustained when I was 14 months old. I'm not sure if it was the same area but it sure looked the same. I recall the staff telling me at that time Lorreta Young was operated in that O.R.
[Trivia - does anyone remember her claim to fame? - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loretta_Young]
Back then the hospital was called Bonsecours it was a Roman Catholic hospital staffed by nuns dressed in white habits. So their touting of Loretta Young was apropos for the time.
I was wheeled into the room and was shifted to the table where they immediately started prepping me. They gave me an oxygen mask that said it was a mixture of anesthesia. They asked me to take five deep breaths. With each I could feel myself slipping away from reality until nothing.
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