A peek into crazy

Yesterday I had 2 wisdom teeth plus another extracted.  All on one side.  I chose the IV Sedation.  I am a fan of the IV Sedation.  I have it with all the colonoscopies.  It makes for a fun time.

Often, upon waking up, I will repeat the last thing I said before I went under.  The first time I had a colonoscopy, my Dr. was making chit chat and asked me where I grew up.  I answered Wyoming.  For an hour in recovery I told Greg:

"He asked me......I said WYYYYOmmmming."

Over and over and over again.  Then he tied my bra on me and barely caught me as I went headfirst off the bed.  I don't remember any of it.

My last scope was especially awesome.  During a scope, they pump your intestines full of air so they can see the lining.  Afterward, that air comes out.  This last time, Greg noticed that after these great releases of air I began whispering something.  He got up and put his ear close to my mouth.  I was so impressed with myself, even unconsciously, that I was whispering "That was epic."  I don't remember any of it.

I had two other wisdom teeth removed about seven years ago. My memory of that was talking to the Dr. after he had given me the sedative. I told him "I don't mean to tell you how to do your job, but you gave that to me quite a while ago and I'm still awake. I don't think you gave me enough."  He patted my arm and smiled.

And then I woke up alone in a car, in the Target parking lot, 2 hours later.

Back to yesterday.  I remember talking about blood types right before going under.  The room spun for a tiny moment and then I was gone.  Usually I have time to tell someone standing close to me "I feel wonky."  Not this time.  I have a tiny bit of a memory that includes a big leather lazy boy, but nothing else in the oral surgeons office.  The strange thing happened on the way home.

I got the hiccups.  We were driving home and they suddenly started.

HICCUP!
"AGHHHHHHHH!!"  I yelled right after. 

It took Greg completely by surprise.  He swerved and nearly drove us off the freeway. 

HICCUP!
"AAGGGHHHHHH!!"

Alarmed, he asked if I was alright.
I sat in the passenger seat, eyes closed, and nodded.

HICCUP!
"AGGHHHHHHHH!"

Did I hurt?  He asked.
I shook my head no.

HICCUP!
"AGHHHHHHHH!"

All the way home from Clearfield.  Greg said it's a long 20 minutes with a screamer in the car.

Now the funny part is that I have a tiny memory of this.

I was in a dark place and I heard a horrible sound.  I listened closer and realized it was me.  Screaming.  How strange, I thought.  Then I noticed that I was hiccuping.  I TRIED with all my might not to scream but it didn't work.  I was completely out of control of my own body.  Sane people might have all kinds of logical thoughts go through their heads at this point.  Not me.  I thought to myself:

"Huh.  This must be what it's like to give birth naturally."

And that's all I remember.

Greg carried me inside yesterday because, half way up the sidewalk,  I suddenly refused to walk.  Out of breath, he got me onto our bed and was shaking me out of my pants.  I laughed so hard I stopped breathing.   When he turned around, I rolled onto the floor.  Then, much to his delight, I fell asleep.  I woke only once to pull a wad of bloody gauze out of my mouth and placed it on his chest as he lay next to me watching tv.  Then I rolled over and went back to sleep.

My procedure was at 9 am and I woke up for real about 11:40.

It was epic.