We got up very early and I was brought to a friend of us, while Vil went to the hospital. Vil checked in, got ‘prepared’, for the procedure and at 09:00 he was brought into the theatre and connected to all cables and tubes.
Then the ‘Sleepy Guy’ arrived and started to send him to the ‘Land of Dreams’.
Vil:
“Isn’t that Propofol, the stuff which killed Michel Jackson?”
Sleep Guy with a smile:
“Yes, but the guy who injected the stuff wasn’t as professional as me.”
Vil:
“That’s reassuring.”
Bang! Darkness…