Friday December 4th, 2009

The exercise:

Your Four Line Friday Prose prompt this week: totally out of it.

I'm breaking my own rule today. Feel free to do the same or to play along.

Mine:

Talking with Kat over dinner last night, I learned that I missed out on quite a bit after they brought me out of sedation yesterday morning.

Apparently I kept trying to talk and she kept telling me to rest and that I should only talk if it was really important. She helped me to do some deep breathing for a bit and then I'd start talking again. Finally she handed me a piece of paper and a pencil and I wrote down what I was trying to say.

"You mean when we got home?" I interjected at this point.

"No, after the surgery... don't you remember?"

I shook my head no and she produced the paper. On it I had written, in a messy but legible hand, two words: 'backpack?' because I apparently needed to know where the bag I brought with me was, and one of my nicknames for Kat (which I'm not sharing, so don't bother asking).

Reading that provoked a very emotional response. I don't really understand why, but I ended up laughing and crying at the same time. I don't know if I've ever done that before.

Can I blame the drugs?

Okay, good. Thanks.

3 Comments:

Greg said...

Heh, yes, you can definitely blame the drugs for that. Did you have an hypnotic for the extraction?
When last I had a tooth extracted they gave me an hypnotic and told me beforehand that I would be suggestable for a couple of hours afterwards and not remember much. I have memories with holes in from that period, but I remember more than they expected, and I wasn't very suggestable either, so I think I got lucky. I also had odd preoccupations after the surgery -- I wanted to see the extracted tooth -- and apparently I was being very amusing too.

Totally out of it

"Vince? Dude, what are you doing with the yoghurt and that spoon?"
"It's no good asking him anything," said Dave, shaking his head, "he's totally out of it. I think he's actually trying to eat it!"

Marc said...

I don't recall them telling me that I was getting a hypnotic. But then again, the last thing I remembered before the surgery was, 'In about 30 seconds you're going to start feeling a little sleepy.'

Ah, Dave and Vince. Good times :)

g2 (la pianista irlandesa) said...

When I got home from my wisdom-teeth removal, apparently my brother was a little bit worried. We'd flipped the pops station on, and if my brother's words can be trusted, Chopin's "Funeral March" was on when I came in. He was worried it might flip me out.

Frankly, I was too out of it to either notice or really care (good of him to be thoughtful, though).
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Dental story and executed in four lines. Oh snap.