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I now recall, thanks to the other half of my brain named Nedley, that we left Vampireland and headed upstairs to Pre-Op admitting. Checked in and sat in the corner to watch "Nemo" while Ned ran to the car to get my case for my glasses. Won't be needing to use those while under the knife. Name called and I'm escorted to my cozy, curtain enclosed, wide open bed. My anesthesia doc shows up. I kid you not, Doctor Love is his name. Good thing he's real tall and handsome or I wouldn't have been able to control the laughter. They've got this cool little countdown to show where Doctor Oakley is on prior surgeries and when I'm expected in. They must have hired an extra nurse just to jot down the surgery details like, scrubbing in, cutting, suturing, etc etc etc. What's up with that?

Doctor Oakley comes in and asks if I'm nervous or have any questions. HECK NO! Cut 'er open doc!!!