You are so right, Susie. LOL Guilty conscious, I guess. Too many naughty things in my head to have others discover.
You know, my mom had a procedure done, which required conscious sedation and she was stoned out of her gourd. When they asked who my father was, she joked that it was her boyfriend and hoped her husband wouldn't find out. When dad nagged her about something, she stuck her tongue out at him. She was so cute. She really should take Valium more often.
I saw her tipsy only once in my life. It was on New Year's Eve in the 1980s or 90s. She and my dad went to an Eddie Miles Elvis tribute concert at a local hotel and danced the night away. I was living with them at the time (might have still been in high school) so when they arrived in the early a.m., she was quite giggly and dad had to help her walk to their bedroom. God knows what kind of fun they had that night. My parents still rock. He takes Cialis and she goes through a vat of K-Y Warming Gel every month. I walked in on them once a couple years ago. It's just as traumatic at forty years old as it is when you're four. But more power to them. I hope they go out that way together.
My mom had to have her head operated on after she accidentally stabbed herself with an old boning knife she'd been using to cut chicken. They must have given her some good stuff because after it was over and she was banaged and ready to go, she asked when the doctor was going to do the surgery. She didn't remember having it. Sedation can be bliss.
When my boyfriend was receiving Gamma Knife Radiosurgery for his brain tumor, he was given liquid Valium and maybe other drugs which made him tired but at times, entertaining. He had to have a titanium face mask bolted to his head so they needed him out enough to do that and kept him sedated most of the day. After it was over, they gave him a Polaroid photo of him with the face plate on - I don't know why, and a graphic t-shirt saying something like "I survived a brain tumor with Gamma Knife Radiosurgery.at Markay Center at the University of Kentucky. When they showed it to Jim, he said, "Do you mean to tell me I drove 2 hours to get here so you could screw bolts in my head and all I get is this lousy t-shirt?"
They had given him a Percocet after the procedure and he was shaky and weak so I helped him to the bathroom to dress. He said, "Here." and handed me the pill. He said he held it in his cheek so he could take it later after the other meds left his system and he was in real pain. I was shocked because I didn't know he would try "prison tricks" like that. Since I wasn't familiar with driving around Lexington, while he was still completely stoned on Valium, he tried to direct me which way to turn. He was so out of it and I ended up in some kind of parade at the University. I fed him cheese and crackers to shut him up so I could drive and find my own way around.
I have no idea the kind of stuff I've said while goofy on pain meds. I get real chatty when I take them so it can get real interesting for my friends.
With all the releases and paperwork they make patients sign in the hospital, patients should have their doctors, nurses and anesthetists sign forms stating that anything said under sedation stays between them and is never told to another living soul. It's only fair.
~ Dianne