Interesting

So, yesterday I had to have a minor surgery and was put under anesthesia for the first time in my life. (Don't worry. I am doing fine. All is well.) But it was a very strange experience. I don't know exactly what I thought it would be like, but I would say it was different than what I expected. I am still pretty loopy today so if this post doesn't make sense, that is probably why. They told me I shouldn't drive or make any big decisions for the next 24 hours and they probably should have said not to send things out into cyberspace which can never be taken back. Oh well. Anyways, before the surgery I remember being wheeled into the surgical room and laying there as the anesthesiologist told me he was giving me the stuff to knock me out. I asked how long it would take and he said about ten seconds and jokingly told me to try to fight it. So I started to count to ten in my head and when I got to ten I still wasn't out yet so I felt rather proud of myself (as if I could will myself to stay awake). That stupid feeling must have lasted about one more second because the next thing I know I am back in the recovery room in the middle of a conversation with Kole and my doctor. It's weird that I don't remember waking up. And I find it more than a little strange that I was talking and asking questions and I don't even remember it. The doctor had to tell me things over and over again. Kole says I said some pretty funny stuff- which I won't mention in my blog. I'm embarrassed. Evidently, when I started to come to, the doctor told me I could roll over and talk to Kole but instead I told the doctor "He's not that interesting." I just have to laugh. Poor Kole. That had to dent his ego. The doctor said they must have put some truth serum in the anesthesia but for the life of me I cannot remember why I thought my husband was so boring. I think it will be a long running joke for us. Now he asks me things like "how can I be more interesting for you? If I took up juggling while riding a unicycle, would that make me interesting? And every time I tell him he's funny or strange or something, he replies "... but not interesting." Kole says if I ever have to be put under again he's going to grill me to find out how I really feel about things. I guess maybe he'll get some answers that even I didn't know I felt.

P.S. A very big thank you goes out to Dr. Noorda for taking such good care of me and being ever so patient through my groggy babbling. He's such a good doctor and I really appreciate everything.