Have you ever had surgery? You’re knocked out and next thing you know, you’re awake… usually uncomfortably awake. This gap between counting back from 10 and not even making it to 7, to later awaken to nurses asking you how you feel, this gap has always fascinated me. (Well, since I was 21 and had my first back surgery, but I digress.)
It is interesting to me that it doesn’t feel like sleep, not for me anyway. There is no remembrance of a dream, certainly no feeling of rest. There is no seeing a bright light or feeling warmth. There’s just being there one minute and back the next, only in reality, hours have passed.
What am I talking about, you might wonder. Why? What’s the point?
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Well, it’s simple, actually. My mind is fried. I don’t want surgery, and I know that I can’t sleep for days in a row under that kind of anesthesia. I don’t want to leave this earth yet, mostly because of my family.
What I need is that anesthesia black out. For like two weeks, maybe three.
Allow my body and mind (mostly) to just call a time-out.
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I’m so tired. I’m on a slippery slope here, wishing for something like that.