Steve

"His wife just asked me how much longer?" I hear myself reply, "Yes, how much longer?" The surgeon answers, "Please don't talk, sir." A silicone buckle is placed over my eyeball.  I feel the miniature muscles being manipulated.  I drift off again. When I wake, a laser is singeing my retina.  Where is that damn anesthesiologist?  I don't hear his voice.  "He's in a lot of pain," the surgeon says.  You think?