Memories

So in the last post I just put up a minute ago I mentioned some memories that Dad reminded me of when we were talking last. I thought I'd go ahead and post one while I had it in mind.

They were preping me in my room for the surgery. As I've mentioned before, I'm terribly afraid of needles. They had told me that they had to give me one shot in my leg to get me to go to sleep. They came to take me to surgery and gave me one shot in my right leg. They then proceeded to try and give me another shot in my left leg. I told them they were crazy (keep in mind I was 9 at the time) and that they had already given me the only shot that I had agreed to. After several minutes of Mom and Dad and more than one nurse coaxing me, I let them give me the other shot and we were able to move on to the O.R. Dad says they told me I had to have two shots, but I only remember them telling me I had to have one. There was something about what they were giving me that the two shots couldn't be mixed, they had to go in through seperate channels.

So that's the memory of the shots to knock me out that they gave me when I was nine. I hope that in the ensuing 16 years since then, they've come up with a better way of doing this part of the deal.

--Paul