
So it's cool and scary at the same time--like a good horror story. It's going to be one of the least intrusive surgeries they can do, making one incision for the cutting and another small incision for the endoscopy camera which they'll watch on a tv monitor (I'd love to get a copy of the DVD) as they cut. The anesthetician was a character, though a horrible sketch artist. I've been going over his drawings, and I'm either going to have two tubes put down my throat to carry oxygen and anesthetic to my lungs, after which the one to my right lung will be turned off during the operation . . . or I'm supposed to make a right somewhere after the road splits just before the convenience store.
Oh yes. The surgeon told me that during their team meeting to discuss the operation, one of the nurses mentioned that she'd been on the team that did my hernia operation at the same hospital five years ago. "So," he said, and spread his hands wide. It was like someone inviting you to a party with the reassurance that you'll know at least one of the people there.
The weird thing is that it did kind of work.
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I don't know you...but I stumbled upon your blog. I used to live in Hayama just next to the standing rock (the first right just after the barbershop pole and just where there is a soba restaurant on the left side of the street...). Oh well...It's hopeless. But I wanted to tell you that you write beautifully. Your pictures and your commentary make me wish I were bringing up my kids in Japan and not in boring Canada! I too adored "In Praise of Shadows." I wish you and your family well. You are a brave soul. Sincerely, Julie (julieblencowe"at"gmail.com)
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