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09/26/2007: "Surgery"

Since the future is a very large span of time, there is still a great potential for regrets about the surgery I had last week. But there is one thing I know I regret. I passed out in the pre-op room. Or at least that was the last thing I remember. Now, usually, when I get down to the operating room, I like to ask if I'll be able to play the violin after the operation. (That's funny, doc. I couldn't before!) It's just as well, of course. The doctors are usually busy getting ready down there. And the one guy whose attention you can get as you're passing out is going to be the least likely to get an old-timey, vaudeville-sounding, American-historical-pop-cultural joke like that, anyway. But I still don't get tired of doing it. Or trying to do it. Or thinking about doing it.