Today I had the LEEP (loop electrocautery excision procedure) surgery performed. [In other words, they doped me up and scooped out most of my cervix to remove precancerous cells.] When the anesthesiologist pushed the drugs through my IV he did it with no warning. I was lying there listening to the O.R. team chit-chatting when it hit me. [If there is an upside to having your cervix electrocauterized it is definitely the anesthesia.]
I was nervous and had not said a word up until this point, so naturally I start talking shit as soon as narcotics are in my bloodstream. First: "Wow. My tongue is really numb all of a sudden..."
"Sooooo... Is this 70's mellow gold shit piped in to EVERY operating room, or just this one? Freedom Rock! Crank it up!", in reference to the Tommy James and the Shondells that was playing. So right off I insulted my surgeon's taste in music before becoming oblivious and leaving him standing there with sharp objects. Great idea!
By the way- 'Dragging The Line' is the worst possible song to listen to as you are succumbing to a drug-induced blackout. Oddly enough, BOTH times I've been put under that damn song was playing in the O.R. No lie.
And the next thing I recall was waking from the anasthesia and actually saying "Man, Michael Jackson was on to something with this anesthesia shit!" I actually said that. Like, in front of people and everything. For real.
I dread to think what I say when I'm under. Dear lordy. It is one of those things that I am insanely curious to know, yet utterly mortified at the thought of actually hearing.
But anywhose, the surgery went well. I actually went to class afterward (which was five hours in hell I must say). This college gig is really cutting into my blogging time but I have been keeping up on your blogs as much as possible. Sorry for my lack of comments lately.
Well, I don't want to cop a B.U.I. (Blogging Under the Influence) so I shall say goodbye. I hope you crazy kids are all doing well this evening.