So, while I wouldn’t in a million years choose to have the procedure I’ve done TWICE in the past week, you have to admit that any time there’s anesthesia or pain medication involved, there is a chance for ridiculousness.
Yesterday was no exception.
First, Mike and the other nurse anesthetist (whose name I can’t remember,) came in to give me something to “help me relax and sleep” since my procedure was delayed a few hours because of surgical schedules getting backed up throughout the day. They probably should have asked me the medical questions they needed to know BEFORE they dosed me the relaxing juice. But nope…they mixed that little cocktail right into my IV and then started asking about family history, medications I was taking, etc. I think my eyes crossed and I could hear myself slurring my words. Mike looks at the other guy about 5 questions in and says “You already gave it to her didn’t you?!” I felt myself laugh like an idiot. I’m pretty sure I sounded like Beavis and Butthead.
My husband told me that when I was coming out of anesthesia and the nurse came to get him, she “warned him” that I was awfully “weepy as well as a bit combatative.” Nice…basically I was crying and being a jerk.
I think last week, I was just weepy…
One time under anesthesia I told the nurse that she was so beautiful she should be a model. I asked Jeremy later if she was as gorgeous as I repeatedly told her and he said “yeah…not really.” HA! Well, at least I had nice words to say and wasn’t combatative that time.
When I was a teenager and got my wisdom teeth out, I cried again and almost punched the doctor because they gave me pink kleenexes instead of white ones.
The worst of all though was a few years ago when I had carpal tunnel surgery.
I remember that the first time I went in for a consultation, I noticed that the doctor was an attractive fella. Apparently though when I had the surgery and was all nice and anesthetized, I told him so. In fact, I told him he was “hot.” Really hot. Like, really, really, really hot. Repeatedly. In front of my husband….who later told me that it reached a point of complete embarrassment. I was so mortified later that I never went back for my post op appointment. My pinky finger is still a little strange feeling to this day.
Ahhh…memories. At least even in the midst of feeling bad and still pretty loopy, there are things to still laugh about.
So what about you? Ever done or said anything really ridiculous under anesthesia or pain meds? Do share…I’m in bed recovering all day and could use a laugh or twenty!