Surgery talk — I said what I said, and probably meant it

When I am a patient, I talk a lot!

In the preparation room

Thanks for the gown, cap and undies. Not very flattering, right? Hahaha. The vein on my left arm is very beautiful, just made to be poked. *winces* Can I unclench my fist now? I‘m not cold, thanks. Well, maybe the feet. *wiggling under heating blanket*

I‘m scared.

Rolling into surgery

How do I get on this surgery table? *shuffling*

How long are you doing this job already? (to the anesthetist & surgeon) Where did you do your studies? *frowning*

Am I going to feel anything? I‘m scared. *shaking*

Getting the anesthesia drip

Are patients lying about their weight here? Do you want me to hold the oxygen mask? *mumbling*

I‘m scared. *trembling like a leaf in the wind*

Can you tell me a joke when I wake up? Will you please take good care of me? Now I feel dizzyyyyyy… *…*

In the wake up room

„…“ (unconscious, unintelligible words) *groaning*

Hi again. (to the nurse) Yes, it hurts. *drip exchange* *oh that’s better*

Yes, I‘d like something to drink. And cookies. *slurping* *munching*

A trip to the loo? Whoa nurse, you’re crazy! *swaying* *gets grabbed* No, I‘m not going to faint. Probably. *tinkles* *sighs with relief*

Thanks for being so nice to me. And for those awesome pain meds. (to everybody)

While my anesthesia was still wearing of, I squinted at Ravyne Hawke’s current writing prompt on my mobile. She tempted me to write a moody piece about “Just another day” (in the hospital). While I’ve not been allowed to do business for the next 24 hours or driving a car yet — because still floating in other spheres — I thought Medium’s alright, ya?