“Just keep talking to us...count the
people in the room for me. Billy, start pushing it one to one, then
the other at 200...and watch the BP monitor.” the Dr says.
“Ok, I see one....”
ZONNNK...nighty-nite. I can't count past one person.
It's that quick. It's amazing how fast
IV drugs hit your brain.
Either 10 seconds or 10 minutes go by,
I can't tell. I come to and I recognize where I and and my mouth
tastes like I have it full of nickles. My first concern?
“What did you put in my mouth?”
“You're tasting the IV
drip...DON'T...get up, stay where you are.” Says some guy in what
looks like an environmental suit.
“I feel fine...I can get up.” With
that attempt I slump back down. Whoops...it appears I'm still stoned.
The guy says..”Stay DOWN...Do you
remember telling us about your first bike? That green tricycle you
had when you were four?”
“Uh..no.”
“Uh-huh...that's what you were
telling us when you came to a few minutes ago...you're not out of the
effects yet....just LIE there..by the way, the blockage is gone.”
I ought to knock wood, I made it 51
years w/o any real hospitalizations or kick ass drugs that flatten
you in a second
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