Today, during our regular coffee date, we went to pick up Priscilla at the hospital after a minor surgery was preformed on her hand.
Priscilla really enjoys getting minor surgeries because she loves the drugs that put her under. This time she was floating on tiny bubbles with friends until it was time to wake up. Each time she returns home from the hospital and swears she feels great...better than ever...and that they didn't give her enough of the medication to have a stalling impact on her day.
Later, when she has been home for a while, usually after a nap, she realizes that she has done all kinds of things that she has no memory of doing. There will be dishes in the sink, for instance, or people will call and tell her about commitments she made during phone calls she has no memory of having.
Irene and I decided it best not to leave her alone (as she could be a danger to herself) and we had coffee with her. Because of her possibly impared state, we ended up telling her all kinds of things we would never typically tell her. Sure, we were a bit crude. Definitely not blog-able, but mostly inoffensive.
Oh! We were really laughing! We were joyful at our rebelious school girl ways. The entire time Priscilla swore that she would remember every word.
Question is, was Priscilla right this time and they did not give her much amnesia medications? Will she remember all of the crazy things we told her? We will have to wait until tomorrow to find out...
Not every sunrise is red, orange, and pink. Sunday, December 7
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