I come from a long line of easily over medicated patients. For example, if I am having trouble sleeping, I have to cut a Unisom tablet into fourths (not easy, they are very small...I use fingernail clippers to do it) or else I will sleep for days.
My dad has this issue too. It is funny to see how drunk we can get on certain medications and it often takes several doses before we learn how much our sad systems can really take.
This is true of anesthesia too, and makes for some hilarious groggy stories floating around our family. When my brother, Josh, had his wisdom teeth out, he could focus on nothing other than a pimple on his chin that he wanted us to pop while his face was numbed. He got so ridiculously, angrily insistent that we finally just squashed his chin and pretended to have popped the zit.
Well, I guess this is an extended family trait as well. A couple of nights ago, my cousin had her appendix removed. While she was being wheeled back to her room after surgery, she reached out and snagged a taco from a lady standing nearby her in the hall. After all, she was hungry! The attendants scolded her lightly and told her she needed to give the taco back, which she reluctantly did.
After being deposited in her bed, she slept soundly for a long time. When she woke up, a male nurse was checking her iv. She grabbed his name tag and demanded to know why he had kidnapped her. Then she insisted that she verify whether or not it had snowed on the mountain that night...and if he didn't spill the beans, she was going to call her dad!
Thankfully, she is feeling much better minus her appendix, and we all got a great laugh out of it. Super fun.
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