Hahahahah. I was never that calm and collected at that age. By then I'd had over 100 stitches in my face and spent 3 days in the hospital following a catastrophic asthma attack - after that, I got all kinds of panicky and weird about Things Medical.

I had all 4 wisdom teeth pulled 3 years ago - Jilli can attest to this - and I was so nervous ahead of time I was given a Valium to take the morning of the procedure. I got all chatty and goofy, couldn't stand up straight. Went out like a light under general and woke up 1.5 hours later with no perception of the time passage. My memory of leaving the surgeon has no relation to what actually happened, and I promptly called my mom on my cel to tell her I was okay. She still has that voice mail and plays my mumbly, incoherent ranting to her friends for laughs.

Emmett sounds much more like I should've, and I sound like he - stereotypically - could've. :)

next Monday he goes back to school and can tell war stories.

Wanna bet he's the coolest kid in the class?

Our last nurse entered the room asking how he was doing and got an earful of "Well, the problem is this thing in my arm. It really hurts. Okay, maybe only a 3 on a scale of 10, but I drank my Sprite and I think it can come out now."

This really, really does sound like he's doing just fine. I'm so relieved.

Yay for Emmett, coming through with flying colors.

Went out like a light under general and woke up 1.5 hours later with no perception of the time passage.

This was me. Count backwards from ten, they tell me.

"Ten, nine, eight, sev-"

"Okay, you can wake up now."

I'm home.

My apartment didn't get packed while I was gone.

Stoopid packing elves.

Did you leave brownies out for them?

When I had my knee surgery, I was completely freaked out because it turned out that I knew one of the surgical nurses, but didn't know she was going to be in on my surgery. It was like a doped up family reunion.

I'm naked, cold and stoned, ready to get the gas:

"Hi, Lisa."

"Whoa, Paula! I didn't even realize you were a nurse! Doooood."

"Count backwards from 10."

"Uhhhh...10....9....."

When I had my TMJ (jaw) surgery (which lasted more than four hours), I got mad when I woke up and my mom and sister had gone home already. Well, it turned out they had waited for me to wake up after the operation, and had even talked to me, but I just didn't remember that at all.

A pretty juvenile 50 y.o., wouldn't you say?

The impression I got from Nurse Mercy (from Jamaica) was that she considered him more articulate than the average 8 y.o. I suspect the other 8 y.o.'s aren't reading enough Roald Dahl.

We had Nurse Seble, Nurse Berlin, Nurse Sandy and Nurse Mercy. And Dr. Phillippa (her first name) and Dr. Bartlett (his last, but that's what I'm remembering).

Did you leave brownies out for them?

Damnit!

I don't remember being put out for getting my tonsils removed when I was five, but when I was put under when I got my wisdom teeth removed, the dentist gave me a valium to take first, so I wouldn't freak out about the gas.