(anesthesian humor) Ready go into the operating room. They start the anesthesia.

(anesthesian humor)
Ready go into the operating room. They start the anesthesia. The doctor leaves, the after a bit, returns just as it’s taking effect. I say “Hey! You popped your stack!” in my usually overly gregarious form, no longer limited by self regulation. He gives me this strange look, sticks the papers back in the tray by the door, then moves on.
I’m confused. Because, well, to my programmer’s mind, he went a way (pushed onto the stack) and came back (popped from the stack). And it was an entirely sensible think to say at the time. Entirely. … 😉
That’s about all I remember before waking up in recovery.
Nurses said with knowing smiles that I was funny under anesthesia. God knows what the heck I said to them. I’m not vulgar in any way, but observant, overly truthful, complimentary, and inadvertently flirtatious – which apparently leads to humor.
And no. They would not let me streak naked around the post-op floor when I discovered that I didn’t have the expected nerve damage they’d warned me about. 😉
But I tried. (There are photos).
Nurses are joy killers.
😉