Postoperative Catastrophes with OSA Patients: Two Sad Accounts

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    As the anesthesiologist met me for the first time, just before the procedure, a nurse came up to him with a copy of this letter. It was obvious he had never seen it before. He glanced at it, but said nothing. I thought everything would go as usual, so routine as to require no discussion. My meeting with that doctor ended abruptly.

    Only minutes later, in the operating room, already woozy from medication that had just been injected, I looked up to see the gas mask, in the anesthesiologist’s hand, descending on my face. Just before I lost consciousness, he said, quite distinctly, in a matter-of-fact manner, without any note of apology:

    "I don’t know any other medication."

    Here I will stop, or else I would go on and on, to the point of tedium. However, I will not say: Enough said. I will just say: more than enough for now.

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