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I would like to point something out about this story. While I did go under rather quickly, I distinctly remember the anesthesiologist cracking a joke after I had taken a few breaths from the mask. I don’t remember the joke but I found it funny so I started to shake with laughter. He pulled the mask off my face and said ‘Are you still awake down there?’ I nodded, still laughing and he chuckled, before placing the mask back on my face. A few more breaths and that’s when blackness claimed me.

I had something else that I wanted to put here but after the evening I've had, I don't know whether to talk about Valentine's Day, the future woes and fears, or something completely mundane so I'll save you any extra drivel you might have to shift through. You're welcome.