Once there the same procedure was reversed, and Jean pushed me to the room that had been prepared for me. It was comfortably furnished, not like a hospital room except for the bed. It had an adjoining door and Jean explained that it led to her room. I was then put to bed and al- lowed to take a nap.

Dr. Yosuta came in in the afternoon, with some forms for me to sign, as Jean had promised. He stated that everything was ready and when- ever I felt like starting, we could begin.

"I thought that we had already started."

"Yes, but not quite, when do you think that you would be ready to begin surgury?”

"Whenever its convenient for you doctor, I am not going to post- pone the inevitable.”

"Please don't look so glumly at this, Jim, I'm sure that you'll be hap- pily surprised with the results. You're strong enough though to be operated on, and I would like to start before the skin starts to heal too much into a scar. Let's set the inevitable for tomorrow." Jean do you think you can get him ready?”

"Yes, of course doctor."

The old gentleman left and I confronted Jean.

"Get ready?"

"There isn't too much to do, really. I'll have to remove most of your bandages, and do some more shaving."

"Go ahead, but what are you planning on shaving?"

She giggled, "Everything!"

We got started, and true to her word, she started shaving from the hair on my toes right up to my neck. Then she shaved my face carefully again and removed my eyebrows. About that time I started complain- ing.

"Don't worry."

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