I hate having anything over my nose and mouth, ever since I was seven years old and they clapped that awful black rubber mask over my face at the Brooklyn Eye and Ear Hospital.
I was getting my tonsils out.
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Ah the good, old days. When parents couldn’t be in the room and nurses put you in the closet if you cried.
Petey
Ah the good, old days. When parents couldn’t be in the room and nurses put you in the closet if you cried.
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And told you if you didn’t stop crying you couldn’t see your mama.
Hah! So true.
And they wouldn’t give me any ice cream.
Tonsils.
They had a tuff bringing me out of the anesthesia. Back then they used ether. (count backward from a hundred)
I woke up in an oxygen tent.
I can’t use that excuse too often with my better angel, as it will lose effectiveness.