They rolled me into the operating room and the anesthesiologist said to me from behind.
” I’m putting a little something in your IV; you’re going to feel it in a second or two”.
We got into the operating room, they asked me to scoot over from the gurney to the operating table, feeling no pain from the drugs I happily complied.
“I don’t remember feeling like this since I had a few to many beers at a party at my cousin Colleen’s house and fell up the stairs.”
This I shared since apparently I become chatty Suzie on drugs.
I adjusted my pillow, my blankets..
“There you are, surgery went well, I was wondering when you were going to wake up.” I’ll get some ice for that foot”.
Those anesthesiologists are sneaky folks.