The surgeons then asked that as one goes to call
my mother, another to put the mask on me. I agreed, not knowing the power of the anaesthesia. To date, I can only recall seeing the other surgeon coming back to the operating table...without my mother. And shut! I lost my self.
I woke up in the Intensive Care Unit, abbreviated: I.C.U after the anesthesia slowly faded. I cannot recall everything; only few things.
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