I have no idea what happened from 11:50 yesterday morning until 3:00 in the afternoon yesterday. Had an outpatient procedure done and all I remember is watching the Dr put the syringe into my IV and it was lights out. Have no idea how I got dressed or even got to our car. Kinda remember going through McDonald's drive through. Wife was with me and I told her I was sorry if I was mad or mean when they took me back to the recovery area. She just said I was stubborn and that I almost fell over at least a half dozen times trying to get dressed. I guess an attendant helped get me to our car that my wife pulled up front to get me. I did get an awesome nap in from around 3:30 to 5:30.
Last two times Lew had colonoscopies, post procedure time was highly entertaining. On the one a few years back in 2020, we were doing a challenge of one geocache per day to get us out of the house during shutdowns. He insisted on getting a cache on the way home. So I had one scouted that was pretty easy to reach, and I told him to stay in the car and I would go get it as it was on the fence across the ditch from the gravel road we were on. I get almost there and realize the big dumb cluck was halfway down the slope. I had to practically carry him back to the car. He got an earful on that one!
The most recent one, we got home, he seemed to be doing fine. Alert & talkative. Decided he wanted pizza for a late lunch, early dinner. I questioned his choice, but he insisted. So pizza it was. Twice. Once going in, once coming back up. Really wanted to force him to clean it up, but he went upstairs for a nap.
TL;DR Bottom line, I sympathize your wife!
