Having had a "procedure" two days ago, I just received a call from SMH (not shaking my head) checking on my welfare. I feel fine, and the staff was fine also. That's what they wanted to know. I was there at 7 as requested, for a 7:30 procedure. I remember hearing that the doctor was there and the last time I looked at the clock it was 7:45. I arrived home about 10 after 10, after stopping at Dunkin's for a coffee cake muffin, actually was gifted with 2 of them, lunch and dinner.
Since I don't remember being oblivious for more than a few minutes at most, and didn't fall asleep afterwards, I was hopeful that Versed, that fearsome amnesia drug, had been administered at lesser strength and therefore didn't destroy as many brain cells as usual, so I looked up the usual dosage from my formidable array of downloaded health records and saw that the dosage was the same. Maybe I've maxed out on dispensable brain cells.
Googling will attest to the fact that there are many who believe Versed has caused them unimaginable grief, with all types of detrimental and long-lasting effects. But doesn't life do that to you anyway?
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