I have no idea why I'm talking about this, but since I can't go to the EVE meet tomorrow because of it... eh. I just wanted to share an experience.
So, I had one of
these on my left wrist, roughly the size of a grape. It caused no real problems and only mild pain, but it looked ugly and very slightly limited the range of motion in my hand, so after about a month of waiting (which isn't so bad, the bitching about waiting lists on the NHS is way overblown) I went in today to have it removed. This is the first surgery I've had since I was three where I had a squint operation, which I can't really remember at all. Up until the operation itself, everything was fairly standard hospital stuff. It was only then that I made a really hilarious and weird discovery:
Holy shit, general anaesthesia is
fun.
They gave me the choice of having a regional armblock, which I was initially fine with, but the more I thought about it, the less appealing the idea of being awake and conscious while they were cutting my hand open seemed to me. Plus, if I can be honest, I was actually curious as to what a general anaesthetic would be like, so I chose a general. They took me into the theatre, where I met this really nice doctor (who my mother tells me is probably a junior houseman) called Alex, who fitted my cannula while talking to me reassuringly. He seemed like a really nice guy and we joked a little about making sure they operated on the right wrist (as opposed to the wrong one - it seems left-right jokes like this is very common doctor humour). Then they dosed me, and this is the funny bit (or at least I thought it was funny):
"OK, worst part's over mate, you're just gonna feel a little sleepy now. Take some deep breaths for me." And the nurse on the other side of the table (who was also really nice) just said "Think nice thoughts". I started breathing deeply, and the air started having this weird taste, so I spoke up and said "Uh... yeah... got this weird... taste in my mouth... is that...?". "Yes, that's perfectly normal." And then I very distinctly remember saying these exact words: "Oh, that's good, because I frrmlll frrghh gmmnnngh..."
Then I woke up a couple of hours later, rambling disjointedly about Skyrim.
Now I'm recupperating comfortably at home, experiencing some rather cool side effects from the drugs (I had a minor out-of-body experience earlier. Was interesting). They gave me a goodie bag of anti-inflammatories and co-codamol, but opiates aren't something to fuck with so I'm going to avoid using those unless I have to. That said, it was an experience that was way more fun and way less scary than I thought it would be, and I'm down one unsightly lump on my wrist, and I get to take it easy for a few days (even if it does mean I have to miss an EVE meet - love to all my friends in London tomorrow!), so everything's all good I guess.
There, experience shared! Peace out.