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Unconscious Self-Portrait

Here I am getting my colonoscopy today. It was uneventful, mostly because I was knocked out.  The last thing I remember was the anesthesiologist asking me what I did for a living. I told her I was the Napkin Dad. She said, ‘Oh, I know who you are’ and boom, I was out. Afterwards they said I had a very nice colon and had nothing to worry about. That’s good news. Linda says I was a bit loopy afterwards but she always thinks I am so that isn’t that strange.

The rest of the day I supposedly was going to be taking a nap, knocked out by the drugs, but nope, I have been working away on various things ever since I got home.  I have a feeling I will go to bed early though.

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Drawing by Marty Coleman, who also was knocked out in 1973 when I had skin taken off my butt for skin grafts after me being burned.  This time was easier. 

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Fact of the day

I was knocked out with drug that killed Michael Jackson, scary!