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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There was four of us hooked up to I V's in the preparation room. Sebatian was a young boy in his early teens; What are you in for I asked. I got hit by a car while riding my bike they are going to amputate my legs at the knees. My heart cried. Fred said: I'm here for a triple bypass. Betty was in for the removal of a lump in her breast. I pray it is benign she said. What are you in for Harry? I'm getting a new stomach. How come you guys are getting one drip every 30 seconds and I'm getting two? I asked. What time are you scheduled for surgery, Fred asked. 1:00 o'clock! Your the first to go, I'm scheduled for 1:30 and Sabatian and Betty go at 2:00. Really, I said they told me it would be a 3 or 4 hour operation. Fred laughed; they have more than one o r's in the hospital. At 12:45 the nurse came in.Talking had ceased between the patients. Mr. Johnson Aren't you sleepy? NO! I'll be back in a couple of minutes she said. Ut oh said Fred. What does that mean. Your going to leave as soon as the nurse comes back. When the nurse came back she took the I V out and with the biggest syringe known to man she poked me. Now Mr. Johnson could you count backwards from 100. Sure I said; 100, 99,(the lights seem to get brighter) 98,(the hum of the lights became whispers) 97,(everything went to slow motion) 96,(my voice became low and slow) 95,(Lenore held my hand) ninety-fou---
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