Live-Tweeting My Brain Surgery

>@smileyanesthesiologist, is the mask you just put on me the general stuff? cuz no one’s asking me to count backwards, and i’m…


>Oooooh, Child, Things Are Gonna Get Easieeeuhhh. #songstogethighto


>@surgeon thx for just telling me how on today’s mri my tumor could just be “shmutz.”


>what the hell is all that noise? oh, it’s the drill in my skull.


>@anesthesiaresident it’s ok that i smoked medical marijuana last night, right? don’t look at me that way. i know you hate me.


>pretty much wishing I had an avatar right now.


>chief surgeon to nurse: “now you tell me i can access the pons through his nose.”


>@surgicalresident “yo,” sorry but i don’t personally care if you had knicks tix 2nite. 


> i felt that. and that. and DEFINITELY that. MEDS?


>dear wife, love yr drama, but this is what “getting punched in the brain” actually feels like.


>@bookiesrus: put 50 on the saints--i don’t care about the spread.


>you guys muck this up, and my health journalist pal’s gonna blog about it. helloooo, dershowitz.


>OWW, that was my optic nerve. maybe move a bit to the right?


>RT huffingtonpost:  public option now please!


>@chiefsurgeon no pressure but yesterday i found yr apartment on google maps, & btw, my wife’s dad’s in the mafia


>seeing my brain through a tiny vidcam on an lcd: will this go viral?


>@chiefsurgeon your yacht sounds great, maybe we can go for a ride sometime--you know, if i live.


>@lcdtech can you see my dreams on that thing? if so, i’d love to know the name of the chick making out with the dolphin in the tux.


>should nurses really be making plans for drinks on their iphones while my skull’s open?


>@entiresurgicalteam someone had some mccallan not more than an hour ago. u think i can’t smell yr breath?


>psycho killer, qu'est-ce que c'est? Run run run run run run away


 >@surgeon: no, i don’t think pfizer will “screw" u with “plain ol’ biz class” on that “free flight to the bora bora ‘conference’ ”


>@o.r. d.j.: lady gaga. really?


>fat from my leg to plug up the hole in my head: guess i knew all that bacon had to serve a purpose. #swinefansunite


>@surgeon stop calling my tumor a bitch. what's it ever done to you except buy you foie gras?


>@lcdtech if u tell my wife about the dolphin i will kill you.


>fodder for analysis if I ever wake up and can speak: now the dolphin has my mom’s face. 


 >in recovery room: omg. txt just in from insurance co: surgeon's cartier endoscope not pre-approved. all coverage denied.

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