The Road to Hell Is Through the OR
Nov 7 · 9 min read
You thought I was going to say it’s paved with good intentions; didn’t you? And in some cases, that may be true. I’m pretty sure I had good intentions when I decided to allow an anesthesiologist to render me unconscious so a surgeon could fix the bane of my existence — the rotator cuff that had somehow become separated from its proper place (i.e., my right shoulder).

