Wow, I do hate hospitals. Long macabre passages, that wee-like disinfectant smell, and the occasional scream. Much like a Natal Midlands boarding school, except with canings replaced by machines that go ‘ping’.
General anaesthetic is really trippy though. I love it. 10, 9, 8, ..7…..6 Boom! Gone. Hours truly gone from your life, a blank you never get back, without the recriminations that follow an alcohol-induced memory loss and its messy aftermath. Just lights out, and wham! back for jello and morphine.
Dying under anaesthetic’s a pretty cool way to go, I hear. Not in the James Dean sense of cool, more the Woody Allen “I’m not afraid of death. I just don’t want to be there when it happens.” way.
Ooops, time to go. See you on the flipside.