A trip to the ER yielded a doctor looking at me and telling me that certainly I made a good candidate for general anesthesia. But that, because of the scar tissue, he wouldn’t know where to begin to cut and may end up with a mess.

So we agreed that the best course of action would be to shoot me in the ass with demoral, give me a prescription for loritab, and have me call my doctor first thing in the morning. So I feel good. But I’ve got a prescription to pick up.