Friday, May 25, 2012
The Power of Words
Finally they called us back to the pre-op area. After taking care of all the preliminaries they put some sort of solution into his IV and told us that he probably wouldn't remember much of anything after that. Sometimes people get a little loopy as they go under anesthesia so I was hoping he might do or say something goofy that I could tease him about later. (Obviously, this was not a life-threatening injury or I wouldn't have been so blithe.) Much to my disappointment he didn't act drunk or anything.
As they were about to wheel him away the nurse told me, "You can hug him or kiss him or whatever would be appropriate." :-) So I leaned down to give him a quick kiss... on the lips, mind you! ...and he kissed me back-- this is important to the story. I murmured, "I love you," and patted his shoulder as I went back to the waiting room.
When his surgery was over I was curious to see how his memory was affected. "Do you remember me kissing you?" I asked him.
"You didn't kiss me!" he protested.
"I most certainly did!" I insisted.
"Nuh-uh. You said, 'I love you,' but you didn't kiss me!"
So that was my funny story to tell the kids of what happened when Dad was under the influence of anesthesia.
I thought it was interesting, though, that he remembered the words but not the kiss. Just goes to show that sometimes words do speak louder than action.
P.S. I do have pictures of his injury-- that he took while waiting to the see the doctor initially-- but I decided you probably wouldn't want to see them. You're welcome.
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