Thought I'd monolopize on a lucid moment. Came out of surgery with my sense of humor intact, but my spelling and my dignity most definitely were not. Did I really have any dignity left before I went into surgery? In texting a friend after I got home, and in sending an email, I had to delete so many characters due to misspelled words, it was ridiculous.
My surgeon is about the nicest, funniest person I've ever met. My friend T still holds the title as the funniest, but my surgeon resembles him a little, so it may be that. My anestegiologist (I'm not even trying for spelling on that one) was not funny. I think I may have insulted his trade when I told him I was going to fake amnesia when I came to, just to freak out my mother. I thought I was being nice by letting him in on the joke. Apparently, I'm just not funny. Not as funny as my aunt, though. She suggested I come to cursing inappropriately just to see what my mother would do.
The one thing I have done quite a bit since coming out of surgery....getting the hiccups and burping. Excuse me.