I do know two things: The world is a wonderful place and I am happy to be alive.

…instead of waking up in Paris or Amsterdam, groggy from not enough sleep, bloated and gassy from airplane food, I will be waking up in a hospital bed, high on quality medications and hooked up to a whole mess of tubes.

I bounced back after a couple of minutes and he finished with the syringes. Then it was time to scrape my throat. He numbed me up and took a couple of small chunks of tissue. This wasn't too bad. Much better than the needles in the neck.