I was 23 the first time I was “put under”. It’s a fun story to tell. I broke my wrist snowboarding (remember that one Big Shooter?). But that’s not the fun part. The fun part was when the orthopod walked in to my exam room. I was sitting on the exam table and my wrist x-ray was all lit up on the wall. He walked in and took a quick look at me to say good morning. And then he looked at my x-ray and yelled “Jesus!”. Now I never could find the good Lord in that x-ray. Maybe the…
Surgery and Radiation