1788. Noah

The anaesthetist was lovely; so kind and reassuring.

“I bet you can’t count up to ten,” she said to the four-year old boy.

“Yes I can. I can count up to twenty.”

“Let’s hear it,” said the anaesthetist.

“One. Two. Three…” He was out to it.

Later, when he woke up, he can’t remember what else there was to eat, but he had some ice cream.

42 thoughts on “1788. Noah

    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Initially the child didn’t make it, but I changed it for Easter (Happy Easter to you) which is why the kid had some ice cream instead – although it wasn’t Wisconsin ice cream which would’ve added a touch of class to the story.

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            1. Bruce Goodman Post author

              The allergy explodes in all directions in about 10 minutes. At first I thought it must’ve been something in the water (I drink water occasionally) then I gradually watered it down to peanuts.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      I can fully sympathize with you when the comments don’t end up in the right place. I had my tonsils out when I was a kid. The only thing I remember is the nurse injecting me in my behind- don’t ask me what that has to do with tonsils.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Yes – I’m glad I changed the ending. I realized after posting it that it would be Easter Sunday so thought I’d better say something nice. It’s a nothing sort of story but I quite like it!

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      I suspect same here but I think I was only about 7 – but I do remember the anesthetist asking if I could count up to 20! That was in the days when they used gas.

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