You people are not helping my surgery phobia at all.
Tara: Do you have any books on robots? Giles: Oh, yes, dozens. There's a lot of research to be done in order to--no, I'm lying. Haven't got squat. I just like watching Xander squirm.
'Get It Done'
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Laura - Mar 20, 2007 9:35:57 am PDT #8013 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Theodosia - Mar 20, 2007 9:45:46 am PDT #8014 of 10001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
You people are not helping my surgery phobia at all.
We live to serve.
Nutty - Mar 20, 2007 9:46:17 am PDT #8015 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
Good unconsciousness stories!
I had super-Valium for my wisdom teeth extraction, and although I was not technically unconscious, I was pretty effin unconscious according to my definition of the term. The needle went in (okay, painfully), the little flippy switch went to "give this girl some drugs", and I woke up two hours later with fewer teeth.
Even the side-effects were kind of cool! I had full-body tremor as I came out of it, and walked around with that serious vagueness of someone thoroughly drunk and trying to find her glasses.
Plus? Milkshakes later on!!
Kathy A - Mar 20, 2007 9:55:18 am PDT #8016 of 10001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
I think my wisdom teeth removal was the last time I was out, as well (back in 1987). I had general anesthesia--needle in the back of the hand, "Count backwards from 100," got to about 96 and I was gone. Woke up a few hours later in the little room down the hall, my sister asleep next to me (she had hers done right after mine), and when the nurse came in to check on us, she asked if I needed anything from my mom in the waiting room. I looked at her and grunted around my mouthful of cotton "ook." She was puzzled and asked I could clarify. I held my hands out, palms together, then opened them flat and spread out and repeated, "ook." The light went on--"Oh, book!" I nodded, she went out to my mom and said, "Kathy's awake and wants..." and Mom just held out my book before she finished her sentence.
Mom knows me very well!!
§ ita § - Mar 20, 2007 9:56:48 am PDT #8017 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
walked around with that serious vagueness of someone thoroughly drunk and trying to find her glasses.
I do that without drugs. It's a gift.
When I go to the ER these days, dilaudid is my drug of choice. About 4mg in, my memory is terribly spotty. At 6? It's not just what I do that I don't remember--it's also what's done to me. Apparently I talk super fast about things I'd normally talk about, but hop from subject to subject with lightning speed. The friend who takes me to the ER likens it to his reaction to Tramadol, but he considers losing control to be taking off his socks when he comes over to visit.
I have to admit it did raise my eyebrows quite a bit, and I had to suppress laughter when he went back 20 minutes later to put them on again.
tommyrot - Mar 20, 2007 9:57:14 am PDT #8018 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I remember talking to a friend after surgery, closing my eyes and instantly finding myself dreaming, opening my eyes to see my friend still there talking to me, closing my eyes and dreaming, etc....
Cashmere - Mar 20, 2007 10:01:04 am PDT #8019 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Vortex totally kicks ass.
I had to have an exam the morning after I had Owen--they were worried about bleeding. I have no idea what they gave me, but it made a woman who'd just spent 24 hours in labor pushing out an 8 lb. baby not give a shit about the doctors crawling back up there up their elbows. The drug only lasted for about 10 minutes and I sort of remember what happened but I totally don't care.
It's a good thing they didn't tell me what it was because I'd be out trying to score some right this second.
tommyrot - Mar 20, 2007 10:05:10 am PDT #8020 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I totally don't care.
I've been told that's what heroin does. It often makes you vomit, but you just don't care. Or if you're in pain, you still feel it but you don't care.
Of course, they don't give heroin in hospitals. But dilaudid is similar to heroin in some ways, right?
§ ita § - Mar 20, 2007 10:11:37 am PDT #8021 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
But dilaudid is similar to heroin in some ways, right?
Dilaudid makes my pain go away, mostly. Even in general, my goal is only to get it under a 5. The friend who takes me to the ER gets impatient and thinks I should have it administered until the pain is near zero, but thing is...I'm about to sleep very deeply. One of these days he'll have to carry me from his car to my bed.
Dilaudid didn't work on my muscular pain, which I found a bit odd. They had to give me Valium for that.
Morphine didn't seem to touch my pain, but it did make me not care. I've heard similar things about demerol.
tommyrot - Mar 20, 2007 10:14:25 am PDT #8022 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Morphine didn't seem to touch my pain, but it did make me not care.
That's sorta' my experience. When I broke my wrist they put me on a morphine drip. Then they snapped the bone back into place. It hurt like hell and I involuntarily yelled out, but I also felt somewhat removed from the pain - almost as if the person yelling out in pain was not me. Weird.