This is a chronicle of self-discovery. In 1985, at the age of 22, I lost complete track of who I was and wanted to be due to a struggle between being gay and being one of Jehovah's Witnesses, living with AIDS and several other illnesses, dramatically altering my outlook on myself and life in general. Now, 37 years later, I have nearly found myself again. I'd like to share how that finally came about, in the hope that others may find comfort and help in facing their own similar struggles.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Demerol - The Cost IV
One thing of note about the ultrasound the doctors performed is the fact the I awoke from the anesthesia right in the middle of the procedure and found myself gagging on this huge tube down my throat. The anesthesiologist told me they'd given me the maximum dose of Fentanyl, and to try to stay calm. It felt like forever, but I'm sure I was awake for only a minute or so before I passed out again. This was one of the worst procedures I've ever had to endure.
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