OK, true story:
Exactly a week ago (07/23) I went into the eye clinic for the first of two (supposedly) routine cataract surgeries. For those that are familiar with general anesthesia you know the routine: don’t eat or drink after midnight the night before, etc., etc.
Alas, while I was aware of those restrictions, what none of us were aware of is that I also seem to suffer from gastroparesis. This meant that, although I hadn’t eaten in over 14 hours, my stomach was still full as I went under the anesthesia.
It, ah, didn’t remain that way.
I spent a day in ICU, then four more in the hospital. Evidently, based upon what I’ve subsequently been told, they weren’t sure I was going to make the first day.
The reason for all this? Well . . .
Day 3, my wife asked if there was anything, anything at all, she could do for me. I said yes: “Would you please bring in your laptop?” She asked me why, and I replied . . . .
“I want to see what’s been happening in “Heavenly Nostrils’.”