About seventeen years ago I had a fairly extensive sinus operation. Polyps, brought on by smoking for about thirty years before my brain kicked in and I quite. But my sinuses were so plugged up with polyps that I could hardly breathe through my nose and it would give me occasional panic attacks.

Anyway, my ENT operated endoscopically (went in through my nostrils with a minuscule camera and itty-bitty Roto-Rooter and cleaned everything out), prior to which, he had the anesthesiologist put me completely under.

No "out of body experiences" and I don't remember roaming the Cosmos or encountering Flights of Angels, but when I came out of the anesthetic in the recovery room, I was One Happy Dude!!

I don't know what the anesthesiologist used on me, but I want some more!!

Don Firth

P. S. And I never got into drugs back when it was in vogue—already drank unhealthy amounts of coffee and smoked like a chimney, which is what got my honker into trouble in the first place. And the occasional beer. Too many bad habits already. Why add something illegal with mind-altering drugs when I like my mind the way it is?