Late 70's surgery Last of oldtime technique
I went in a Hartford, CT hospital about 1977. Pain in attacks was like a lady in high heels standing on my chest with one shoe.
Doctors say, "you know we are switching to the three hole lapro method tomorrow...so lets do one for the old times."
So he saws a 16 inch diagonal down my belly, then he spreads the slot open with his own elbows, and bites my little gall right off and spits it on the floor.
I healed up fast, and went home on the 2nd day. Discover a friend had a new daughter and had left me a cigar. Being a smarty with no pain threshold, I decide to take a bike ride. As I ride the 2-wheeler off a sidewalk curb, I inhale the stogie!
Whoops!
That starts an uncontrolled coughing fit and the xxx_ing stiches begin to rip out, making my scar way better than the one LBJ showed on TV.
Next day I go back to work at Aetna because I was the creator of the first pension inflation dervative, but the company nurse shows up at my house to "check up" on my progress. Informed I'm working, she screams down Farmington Ave and storms into my office and orders me back home.
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Yes...result was not wanting to stray from the potty after either morning coffee or OJ. That even stopped me from taking a job as a VP of Lehman Brothers when I discovered that the NJ Transit Trains don't have toilets, and that the train line stations don't either. So I started my own Apple based Wall Street MBS trading software company instead... there was that toilet just down the hall.
Otherwise I'm normal. I know because my wife tells me, once a year or so.
