I lost yesterday.
Large parts of it. I had a Procedure-That-Shall-Be-Nameless.
For said procedure I had Popofol.
The intravenous drug that creates amnesia for the event.
Amnesia is good. Good in a myriad of ways.
I was rolled into procedure room Number 2 by the anesthesiologist.
She attached a 30ml syringe of milky white Popofol to my IV.
It looked like she was putting down a large mammal and it was me.
Thirty seconds later...
I was in recovery.
Drunk as if I had had twelve tall beers at the local bar,
with the boys, after a long day at the plant.
Joe said I was talking LOUD.
My nurses name was Shelby and apparently I liked her name.
A whole bunch says Joe. Oh dear.
Thirty seconds later...
I put my clothes on backwards and was walked out the door and put in the car.
The Procedure-That-Shall-Be-Nameless was a hoot and a half.
I do not remember the hoot.
How was your week?
Happy Friday
Is it Friday?
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