I find an orthopedic surgeon at a major hospital in Santa Fe. He looks at my shattered right wrist and tells me I need emergency surgery. As I prepare for surgery, I tell the anesthesiologists that I had a traumatic experience with the drug I was given in the Phoenix ER. They tell me that this is common in the ER. They promised me that the general anesthesia they administer is euphoric. And they were right. I remember nothing of the surgery and I awoke feeling like I wanted to bless all of humanity. To all the people who have hurt me deeply, I send you peace.