I have a couple guys I work with how claim to play golf.

Triond: -can we get this character-entity things fixed? It messes-up charset=iso-8859-1 entities (for Canada/US keyboards) and thus, the ‘escaped’ characters…

-Out the door, back past the nurses\\\’ station and I still went unnoticed, and on to the playroom at the end of the hall. I wanted to watch TV. The TV was bolted to the ceiling high in a corner, with vinyl-covered padded chair beneath it. Stacking wooden boxes (toys, I suppose) on that chair, I climbed up high enough to reach the TV and turn it on, changed channels to find something I wanted to watch. I remember watching an episode of \\\”Little Rascals\\\” (they made pancakes but used Plaster of Paris instead of flour so they were coming out as flat cement-cakes!) I was on a bouncy-horsie going nuts bouncing up & down and happy when I heard a blood-curdling scream \\\”OH MY GOD HE\\\’S GONE!!!\\\”

I stopped bouncing and leaned forward a bit on the horsie so I could see down the long hall, I saw about a dozen nurses running towards me with a wheelchair in front of them almost skidding sideways they came towards me so fast(!) They snatched me off of the bouncy-horse the way King Kong grabbed Faye Wray, threw me into the wheelchair and ran my little butt down to X-ray to check bandaged head! The called the surgeon \\\’to come inspect\\\’ me, etc. By then of course they had me bawling and crying in fear… I remember being sternly chastised by at least a dozen people over the next day or three about NOT climbing out of bed again or wandering off…

Anyway, -didn\\\’t mean to babble adu myself again (the article did it enough as it was.)
Glad you read it, hope it means something to everyone whom reads it. Oh, -I remember being told that that \\\’burning tyre smell\\\’ was the \\\’deep sedative gas\\\’ they give. They are supposed to start off with something \\\’soft\\\’ like ether or whatever, to \\\’lightly knock the patient out\\\’ like they do in dentist\\\’s offices, and THEN switch-over to the \\\’deep, strong\\\’ stuff that knocks you out for hours… they had jumped ahead a little bit and started the strong gas too soon… I was \\\’still awake\\\’..

The more I read/reread this article, the MORE specifics I recall.. I really remember i, ALL, vividly and explicitly. And even something that I did when I got home… I was carefully itching a scratchie spot on the top of my scalp and plucked up a 3-sided \\\’wedge\\\’ (like a 3-sided pyramid) out of my scalp out and examined it, I tried to replace it but could not get it to sit right, so I secretly flushed it down the upstairs toilet and never told anyone (not mom or dad, especially!!), ever (except for my wife and that was just recently!)

This \\\’3-sided wedge\\\’ was probably for a \\\’scope to view the space between the hemispheres to guide the other tools, inserted through the larger hole nearer the base of my skull/neck.
This \\\’wedge\\\’ was not stitched in place, but merely \\\’plugged back in\\\’. In it\\\’s absence, the \\\’hole\\\’ scabbed-over, healed, and all I have for it now is a \\\’bald bump\\\’ about the size of my pinkie-fingernail in it\\\’s place… -Like I said, I could write a BOOK from these weird but all-true memories!