OK so tomorrow I’m off to the clinic to be filmed internally. Because I’m being thoroughly explored from different angles, the good doctor has decided to give me the opportunity to catch up on lost sleep.
Would be nice, but to be honest it’s the waking up that disturbs me.
You see, I have a problem with medication. I have a tendency to overreact to it.
Last time I was ‘put artificially to sleep’ I suddenly awoke and acted like a completely-out-of-control drunk.
The staggering doesn’t bother me at all. It’s the talking that worries me.
Here are a few examples of what happened last time:
- The nurse told me not to stress myself and I retorted she didn’t know the meaning of stress and then proceeded to elaborate on having an ADHD child and three other children.
- In the waiting room another patient commented on the cuteness of Akasha. I enthusiastically informed her that she is the best two-year-old in the world and I believed her to have a particularly high IQ and any possible reason why.
- On being seen by the doctor, I was completely uninterested in any diagnosis. Instead I found it necessary to comment on the beauty of his white office.
- My husband slumped me in a chair at the chemist while he picked up my prescription. I insisted on having bath salts for people with eczema. Even though I didn’t have eczema. Even though it was a silly price. Bless him, he bought them for me. I felt compelled to inform the pharmacist that I liked the orderliness of her perfectly arranged shop. But that the shelves were rather dusty.
So, I’m nervous about tomorrow, and I guess now you can see why.
Sarah on anaesthetic = no decorum.
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