After years of wiping away tears and having to carry kleenex around, I submitted my eye to the doctor's knife. A procedure called a 'dacryocystorhinostomy' constructs alternate tear ducts and routes them into the nasal passage through a newly produced opening. On Thursday, Esther brought me to the surgery center in Silverdale to take care of business. The surgery went well I assume, since I was under general anesthesia. All was going well in the recovery room when I suddenly felt very faint. Soon doctors and nurses were swarming my bed as I passed out, much to Esther's watching horror. My heart rate had dropped to the low 30s in some sort of reaction to pain or anesthesia. Once I was stabilized by an assortment of intravenous substances, the anesthesiologist informed us that it probably occurred because my normally low heart rate doesn't have much room to decrease. (One of the hazards of a runner) After a couple of hours on waiting to make sure I would be OK, they released me to go home and recover. I sure hope that this did the trick!