Have you had an operation lately? I had one a few days ago.
The doctor had to sew up some holes where it seemed my “chitlins” were trying to squiggle out.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had surgery,” I said. “The last time I had an operation they put me to sleep using ether. Do y’all still use ether?”
This comment was met with a curious smile.
link Grant McGee
“We stopped using ether in the early 1970’s,” said the doctor.
“These days you get the anesthesia and the next thing you know you’re in the recovery room,” he said.
I was a little anxious about being put under.
A couple of months ago I was going in for cataract surgery when my daughter who sees dead people said, “Don’t be surprised if you see grandma while you’re knocked out.”
Her grandma is my mom who “went on to glory” a few months ago.
When I went in for the eye surgery I wasn’t totally knocked out.
This time I would be.
What would I encounter in “Anesthesia World”?
Would I see Bigfoot? Is it an endless creepy cemetery with dead trees? Is it a yacht on an ocean, hanging out with folks that have gone on before me, all of us enjoying refreshing libations with little umbrellas in them?
The big day came.
“Are you afraid of anything?” asked the anesthesiologist as they wheeled me into the operating room.
“Just wondering what I’ll encounter when I’m knocked out,” I said.
“Probably nothing,” said the anesthesiologist. “We’ll administer the drugs, you’ll be talking to us then next thing you know you’ll wake up in the recovery room.”
And that’s exactly what happened.
I had been knocked out for about two hours. They had sliced me open, done repairs, and put me back together with super-duper glue.
It was kind of cool.
But part of me was disappointed.
There were some things I wanted to chat about with my mom.
Grant McGee is a long-time broadcaster and former truck driver who rides bicycles and likes to talk about his many adventures on the road of life. Contact him at his blog: