Went for a fistulagram Tuesday. Doctor was a real nice guy and provided plenty of info
about what he was going to do.
The nurses took me in and got me ready. The doctor came in and asked the nurses if
I was ready to go. My face and just about everything else but my arm was covered.
The procedure was started and I could feel what was happening. It was just like the doctor
had explained. After the procedure, as the stitches were being put in, the doctor noticed that the valve
(or clamp?) from the anesthesia hadn't been opened! I'd gone through the whole thing with no
anesthesia.
The doctor ripped off the sheet covering my face and he looked as white as a ghost!
He immediately ask if I was OK. Yes, I said. I did what I did in Viet Nam to survive mentally. I simply shut down. I've learned to
turn off my emotions and feelings. I learned over there that most used one of two methods to survive. One is to drink ones self into a stupor or take drugs for the same result.
Now I have an allergy to grain alcohol. I cannot drink booze. And for certain being a drug addict was not appealing either! Thus the shut down of emotions was learned.