Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Gone
Saint Mariette
Early start at the hospital and all over by lunchtime. The French anaesthetist had a sense of humour, just as I was going under, he said in English, Have a good trip. At least I went with a smile on my face.
I'm not smiling anymore. If the doctor says it's going to hurt, then he is right. I spent the rest of the day zonked out on morphine, with the occasional waking moment eating a yoghurt. Eight yogurts, is all I've had for a day and a half ! Urggg.
| 6:51:21 AM
Gone
