Anesthesiologist stabbed me four times in the damn port trying to start an IV and had to eventually start on the old fashioned way. Otherwise, uneventful. I will find out the results in a week.
Evidently, when coming out of anesthesia, I asked the doctor "did you find Jimmy Hoffa up there?"
Good stuff! Have a good weekend, all.
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