Successfully Needling Through
(I am having an arthroscopy on my knee. Instead of being put to sleep during the operation, they simply give me epidural anesthesia so that I’ll stay awake during the operation. A curtain is placed between my upper and lower body, so I can’t actually see what’s happening down there. I am extremely afraid of needles and point this out to the doctor. They give me a painkiller and put some pain-reducing gel on my hand before inserting the cannula.)
Doctor: “All right, now it’s time for the anesthesia.”
Me: “Please, doctor. I’m deathly afraid of needles.”
Doctor: “Not to worry; you are not the only one. We’ll just give you a dose of what we call ‘Who-Cares Medicine.'”
(They put something through the cannula. Ten minutes later:)
Doctor: “It’s time for your anesthesia now:”
Me: “But doctor, I’m still not feeling too comfortable with this.”
Doctor: “Well, another dose of ‘Who-Cares Medicine’ for you, then.”
(Another ten minutes later:)
Doctor: “We’d really like to inject you now.”
Me: “Go ahead!”
(A minute or so passes:)
Nurse: “Do you feel any pain?”
Me: “I don’t feel a thing. Will you inject already?”
Nurse: “Most of the sedative is already in there.”
Me: “What?” *laughs* “This was easier than I thought.”
Nurse: *shows me the gigantic needle* “It was, indeed. See? It was this big.”
Me: *giggling* “That’s gigantic! How on earth did I not feel that?!”
(The operation commences. They are digging through my knee, and I’m engaged in a deep discussion with one of the nurses.)
Nurse: “You like urban exploration then? Did you visit the old abattoir in town before it was demolished?”
Me: “Not after it was abandoned, no. But I did as a kid, as a family member of mine was working there.”
Nurse: “I actually heard about a book that takes place there.”
Me: “Really, what was it called?”
Nurse: “I can’t remember, but I’ll Google it for you. One minute.”
Me: “What? There’s Internet in here?”
Nurse: “Sure thing. Now, let me see…”
Me: “After finding the book, could you check another thing for me? I heard rumours that the coach of [Local Football Team] has been sacked. Could you check their website?”
Nurse: “Just one minute… It says here that the coach has resigned and his assistant has taken over.”
Me: *trying to actually sit up* “WHAT?”
Doctor: “And more ‘Who-Cares Medicine’ for the young man, please.”
(They inject yet more medicine, and after that I’m very, very erratic. The staff are trying to hold their laughter.)
Me: “Hey, who’s sitting on my leg?”
Nurse: “He wants to know who’s sitting on his leg.”
Doctor: “Ask him what he thinks.”
Me: “It must be you or that other guy.”
(The doctors then change the position of my leg so that I actually can see my toes from behind the curtain.)
Me: “Hey, whose foot is that?”
(They couldn’t hold their laughter anymore. I was asking stupid question after stupid question, and they were just laughing and laughing, and trying their best to answer. I must have been a horrible patient. But the operation was as successful as it could be in the end.)