I have epilepsy from an accident as a kid. I moved to the DC area because I couldn't drive and the subway would help me get around town. But I had brain surgery years ago at Johns Hopkins. The docs found a scar on the side of my brain and trimmed it off. The seizures stopped.
A few days before I went into the operating room, this Far Side cartoon was in the Washington Post. I cut it out of the paper and took it with me into the operating room. I stuck it in the pocket of the antithesiologist and asked him to give it to the surgeon when he was done.
First thing I remember hearing when I came to in intensive care was some of the interns walking around. One said to the other "There's the one with the Far Side cartoon".
I wrote to Far Side a few years ago asking which book might have the cartoon from 1986. They sent me a jpeg file.
Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah." And then we'd watch Ryan Zimmerman play baseball.
Never mind, you win.
