One of the only good things about being sick is getting lots of sympathy for it. Unless you’re married to a man like Jamie. Y’see, he’s had every possible illness/disease 10x over. And even worse is he rarely complains about it. As I was lamenting about my condition last night, he innocently made the comment, “You know, I never felt better during my cancer treatments than when I had bronchitis. For the first time in months, I didn’t feel nauseous.” He takes all the fun out of being sick.
I’ve had a great time with my codeine, though. Jamie claims while I’m asleep, I hold my arms straight out like a mummy and stroke them up and down. A codeine trip? I don’t know but sedatives/gases make me loopy. A few years ago, I had entreatment surgery for my tooth. Prior to going in, a friend had given me some upsetting news about my co-workers and I was infuriated as I went under the knife. But after they gassed me up, I can remember feeling like I was on a cloud and thinking, “All we need is loooooove.” What’s all this fuss about making marijuana legal when legalized laughing gas would bring about world peace?
Jamie is famous for his pick-up lines whilst under anesthesia (or so he claims). He had hernia surgery a couple of months before we were married and when he was coming out of surgery, he asked his female doctor, “Was it as good for you as it was for me?” Later, when surrounded by nurses, he made the comment he’d never been naked in front of sooooo many beautiful women before. He claimed it was the drugs. Sure.
This begs the question: are there any other Anesthesia Casanovas out there who can support Jamie’s claim?
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