All done while this reporter was fully unconscious, felt fine when I woke up. Now home waiting for the rain. Secret ingredient: Propofol. Lived, so I guess I'm a badder ass than Michael Jackson.
Looking good up in there except for one tiny polyp which the croaker snipped.
P.S.: I have four pages of photos from inside my gut. Stay tuned!
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