TY  - JOUR
T1  - THrough a glass, darkly
AU  - Bryant AJ
Y1  - 2012/07/09
N1  - 10.1001/archinternmed.2012.2765
JO  - Archives of Internal Medicine
SP  - 985
EP  - 986
VL  - 172
IS  - 13
N2  - 
Without corrective lenses—removed at the request of my bedside nurse, prior to administration of general anesthesia—the world is a series of blurred polygons that vaguely resemble familiar objects. To my left, the tall trapezoid that I recognize as the attending anesthesiologist is engaging me in a preoperative dialogue that is at once familiar and alien. To my right is a slender rectangle that I know is my wife. Though I can't see her crying, I can hear faint sobs and recognize the square box handed to her across my gown-covered chest—hospital-issued facial tissue.

SN  - 0003-9926
M3  - doi: 10.1001/archinternmed.2012.2765
UR  - http://dx.doi.org/10.1001/archinternmed.2012.2765
ER  -