Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
The funny thing about anesthesia is that there's no sense of subjective time. In other words, I started doing some breathing exercises in the operating room, wondering a little nervously if I would do something embarrassing while I was sedated like get an erection or fart, and then I was in the recovery room, no-time later. I didn't even get to do the counting thing they tell you about.
Opiates, on which I am currently snacking, on the other hand, leave me very aware of time, and the slowness with which it passes, and the long hours until dawn.