We got up very early and I was brought to a friend of us, while Vil went to the hospital. Vil checked in, got ‘prepared’, for the procedure and at 09:00 he was brought into the theatre and connected to all cables and tubes.
Then the ‘Sleepy Guy’ arrived and started to send him to the ‘Land of Dreams’.
“Isn’t that Propofol, the stuff which killed Michel Jackson?”
Sleep Guy with a smile:
“Yes, but the guy who injected the stuff wasn’t as professional as me.”