About a decade ago, I faced my one and only surgerya bizarre incident that still feels like a scene from a slapstick comedy gone wrong. Let me take you back to that fateful day. I was working remotely, dialed into a marathon hour-long office call. Meanwhile, the room around me buzzed with activity as the marble floor was being scrubbed with soapy water. The call finally ended, and I stood up to stretch my legs, eager for a quick break. Big mistake. I barely took a step before my foot skidded on the slick floor. In a split second, I was sprawled on my back in a narrow passage between my desk and the door, wedged between a wall and the bed’s sideboard. My left elbow and right leg took the brunt of the fall, and the immediate sting of pain was sharp but fleetingor so I thought. For two… Have you ever had surgery? What for?