"But why the eyebrows, are you planning on shaving my head too?"

"Now Jim have you ever seen a bald girl?"

"No, but I haven't seen one without eyebrows either!"

"Just wait and you'll see why they have been shaved. “Now you have to sleep, and I'm going to give you an injection and some more pills.

I accepted the medicine and the shot which really knocked me out. The next 18 hours were hazy, I woke up slightly as I was transferred from the bed to the stretcher the next morning, and remember being wheeled toward the operating room. When I finally woke up, I was back in bed, unable to see, and numb or sore all over. My legs were spread apart and it felt like there were a million pillows between my legs.

I panicked for a minute and called out through my blindness.

"Jean, Jean!!!"

A calm sweet voice answered. “Right here Jim. You're all out of the operation now and everything is perfect. The doctor is extremely pleased, and said that it was one of his most successful."

"Congratulations to the good doctor, he can put me in a specimen bottle to show his colleagues, but why can't I see?"

"Silly, didn't you listen when the Commander introduced him to you. He's a great plastic surgeon! You didn't think that they were going to let you out in curls with a mug like you had when you came in? Be- sides he solved your shaving problems, there won't be any beard grow- ing under those bandages. And now you know why I had to shave your eyebrows, too."

There wasn't much else to do except suffer in silence for the next few days. I was fed intervenously, and I found that I was entirely too sore to move, my face felt as tight as a drumskin, so that I could barely move my mouth. The doctor came by and I asked him about this. He explained that the feeling would be going away soon, and that the bandages were to come off the next day.

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