10 years ago NOW, as in right this minute, I was under anesthesia.
At about 5:30 p.m. on March 2, 2000, I walked into the OR at Mt. Sinai Hospital in New York City, hopped on the table, and 10 minutes and a couple of lawyer jokes later, I was OUT. I remember coming to and feeling the worst, and I mean absolute WORST pain of my life. It was well after 10 p.m. and the surgery had gone longer than planned. The surgeon had removed 8" of badly damaged small intestine, 8" of useless and nearly blocked-off colon, and a mess of other inflamed and infected tissue that had nestled around my damaged guts.