And just like that, I’m a little less bionic!
The young anesthesiologist was from NH.
“Oh yeah! I’m from vermont”
He blushed a little. “That’s funny.. I know putney well..”
“Dare I ask?”
Turns out he’d had a civil union there back in the dark ages of the marriage equality movement.
“I thought you looked familiar!”
He gave me a little fentanyl and I got to enjoy that familiar narcotic optimism for about 45 seconds before the propofol put me to sleep.
Today. Back to work.