port out

And just like that, I’m a little less bionic!

Easy peasy..

The young anesthesiologist was from NH.

“Oh yeah! I’m from vermont”

“oh..  where?”


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.

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