Oh my! I've seen videos of people right after anesthesia, parents recording their kids being loopy after dental work, etc and been grateful that any time I've been recovering, I wasn't on the internet or being recorded!

Maybe Trump was having some procedure done that involved being knocked out, and that's where all the bizarre pre presidential tweets came from?

Even the light sedative they give for a colonoscopy leaves my DH loopy. He never remembers what the MD has told him about the procedure. Good thing I am there to hear the report and drive him home. Last time I had to guide him down the hall and out to the car. He was very *happy* though!

I know one woman who said she'd had one truly meaningful conversation with her father. It was when she visited him in his hospital room, post-op, when he was not as 'defended' as usual.

Since everyone in my family always called me by my middle name, not my first name, I've earned to make sure recovery room nurses don't call for "First Name" to wake up. (I learned to do this after once wondering why 'that woman' wouldn't respond to her name; it was me!)

I had problems with feeling hot after jaw surgery.

Aw, heck. The best thing about FB are the cat videos. ;)

Had endoscopy on Wednesday as follow-up to interesting 4-5 day hospital stay I don't care to repeat any time soon. I knew what the test was going to be like... as in NO recollection of the quick procedure. Had to have someone take me there and drive me home... tho I felt as if I could have driven myself safely. One of the warning I had to sign-off on was about making any MAJOR decisions for at least a 24 hour period. I joked that that meant I shouldn't head off to Las Vegas and get married. Nurse said... not unless he's REALLY RICH!

Had an "ear worm" going on cuz there was nice music playing just before I was sedated... that "twilight" sleep thing. One of the nruses said to keep tapping my finger to "Me & Mrs. Jones" and they would know I was under when I stopped. Next thing I knew, I was talking to another nurse and asking how long I had to hang around once procedure was completed. Sh said it's DONE and you've just kinda been hanging out for past 15 minutes.

The only times DH has had anesthetic were an oral surgery and a routine colonoscopy. He looked and sounded completely normal, was having a perfectly intelligent conversation, and doesn't remember being released, the drive or arriving home from either of those appointments. After the colonoscopy, he had breakfast, discussed going to work, I redirected him to his recliner to watch some television and he slept there without moving for about 5 straight hours ;0)

Raven, you really had me laughing!

Back in the 70s a friend who was a nurse told me about looking after an elderly nun who was recovering from anaesthesia. She had the whole room in stitches as she told dirty jokes, one after another. When fully conscious this nun couldn't even tell a clean joke so it was a total departure for her :-)

Raven your stories are always so well written that it is so easy to mentally picture everything happening and your trip to the Goodwill store was hilarious.

These stories are hilarious!

Many years ago, I had my wisdom teeth removed and periodontal surgery done at the same time. The oral surgeon gave me a valium/demerol intravenous drip and boy what a high that was. I remember thinking that if I'd known it was going to be that good, I would have arranged several appointments to have one tooth at a time removed.

After the procedure was over and I woke up, I became really belligerent. One of the employees and my hubby were holding each arm helping me out to the car when I tried to jerk my arms away and started shouting at them both that I didn't need any help and that they weren't to touch me. Never mind that I couldn't walk a straight line unassisted.

Once in the car, I made a big scene about not wanting to wear my seatbelt with a loud, profanity laced tirade.

Before the surgery, hubby told me that he'd make me a banana milkshake (my favorite) when it was all over and as soon as we arrived home I started demanding the shake. He tried to reason with me that I needed to sleep and let the drugs leave my system and could have the banana shake after I woke up. But, I was having none of that and threw a horrible tantrum including tears and yelling over and over that "you promised!!!" until he agreed to make my milkshake.

The last thing I remember is hearing the sounds of the blender from the kitchen. He told me later that he brought me the much demanded banana shake only to find that I had fallen into a deep slumber where I remained for several hours. When I woke up I was myself again and was rather horrified to find out how badly I had behaved. Much as I hate to admit it, I know that it's all true as I have a few vague memories of the above incidents. Fortunately, it's now something we laugh about!

Dawn in Cal ... and others ...

Laugh - and the world laughs with you ...

... weep ... and you weep alone.

Well fortunately - not always, with the weeping.

o j