Under the Influence

Here I am, post retrieval, all drugged up still.

Charlie let me know I was still rather looped after coming out of the egg retrieval. My blood pressure was quite low and the nurse and anesthesiologist kept trying to wake me, speaking loudly to me. That's a bit scary.

But, apparently I began "chatting" shortly, although I was still very much out of it. It wasn't exactly a conversation, but rather a series of questions that repeated, as though they were a recording (thinking not much unlike my nondrugged conversations with Charles sometimes!).

And here I am this morning, in my $6 flannel pjs found on clearance,
free of drugs, and with a little more sense

At least I knew somewhat what was going on because I asked over and over how many eggs they were able to get. I also wanted to know my pulse. But the funny thing is, and it is quite telling of my personality, is that I wanted to know if Charlie had gotten a look at the couple in the next room!!! I am quite the people watcher, and want to know what's going on, watching everyone's move. I watch everything from how people tie their shoes to how they spread butter on bread. I joke that I'm writing a book, but mostly it boils down to being nosey, I guess.

Now I am wondering what on earth I had to say to the doctors during the procedure. Probably best that I don't know.