insent, Kristin

{{{Sean}}} I am so sorry, honey. Coping~ma to you and health~ma to S.

job ~ma for Calli, brenda & beth's DH!

I've been under 4 times. I don't remember the recovery room at all from the first 2 when I was a kid. The other two, I remember it but vaguely.

The first time, I was about 5 years old. The anesthesiologist (sp??) came to the children's ward the night before dressed like an astronaut and told all the kids having surgery the next that that we were going to go in space the next day and play spaceman. He would be there to help us and he showed us the mask we would need to breathe in outer space.

The next day, I woke up and immediately asked my mom when I'd get to go play spaceman. Turns out, I already has the surgery, but I didn't remember anything.

I'm still bummed that I don't remember playing spaceman.

No wireless connection?

Nope--I have wireless now! As a matter of fact, this is coming from my back yard.

Picking Sean up between 12-1 today and force-feeding him. Also distracting him with random silliness and shelf-installation.

That's awesome, Kristin!

Much -ma to S and you, too, Sean. Yay for Kristin and ND and the force-feeding. Initially I read shelf-installation as self-installation and was very curious... shelves I get, though.

That sucks about the job, Cashmere. Better things lie ahead, then.

Job-ma all around for those wanting it.

I found going under and waking up to be weirdly fascinating. The strangest part was closing my eyes to go under, and then opening them up a couple of seconds later... only to realize it had been hours. Freaky. I do remember everthing pretty well, though. Well, as far as I know. In any case, I have a lot of memory and a decent sense of the time that passed once I woke up in the OR, through recovery room to hospital room.

Cass, so very happy for P, her DH and their new little girl!

Yay, Kristin! It's great to have buffistas within force feeding and personal distraction distance for Sean.

Thanks for the job~ma, folks! I've figured out what I'm wearing at the interview, down to the mysterious ring that showed up in Mom's jewelry, which neither my sister nor I had ever seen before. I claimed it and can't seem to stop wearing it. Luckily it's reasonably professional-looking. It's gold, with an oval, blue-green, translucent cabachon stone. Inside the band there are some interesting markings including what looks like a wee Masonic symbol. If the interviewer tells me the whole thing's on the square, I guess I'll be all set.

Ooo! Cass, I forgot to say how utterly thrilled I am for P. and her DH! What wonderful news!

Kristin, I'm glad to hear you are able to be there to take care of Sean today and distract him.

Much job~ma to all who needs it.

The last time I woke up from anesthesia, I remember asking when the surgery was going to start, and then being told it was already over. It was very confusing because the moment before going under and the moment I realized I was awake seemed like they were right next to each other time wise. I was also sick for days afterward from it.

It was very confusing because the moment before going under and the moment I realized I was awake seemed like they were right next to each other time wise.

This was totally me when I was put under for my wisdom teeth. No sickness that I can recall, either.