Please Forgive Me For What I'm About to Do...

I know it's morally wrong to make fun of someone coming out of anesthesia.

Wrong.

Soooo wrong.

But I can't help it.

Well, I can, but I don't want to.

Here is the conversation I just had with Husband:

Husband:  Can you give me some ice chips and then leave me the hell alone?

Me:  Yes, here they are.  I'm going to be sitting in the corner not bothering you.

Husband:  Maybe you should take off all of your clothes.

Me:  I don't think the nurses would appreciate that.

Husband:  Well, we are on the floor with all the prisoners and you can get away with more stuff that way.

The funniest thing about this conversation is that I have no idea in the world whether or not Husband is lucid or still drugged.

We might have the same conversation either way.

Oh, and did I mention that we really are on the floor with all of the overflow prisoners from the local prison?

And that there are currently at least three armed guards sitting outside rooms just down the hall?

And that at least two of those prisoners are handcuffed to their beds?

And that they are getting all of their health care on my dime?

Anyway...

Here's the conversation Husband had with the nurse just now:

Nurse:  We don't want you to fall all the way to sleep because you were having trouble breathing in the operating room.

Husband:  I was?

Nurse:  Yes, so we want to make sure you're breathing well before you go into a deep sleep.

Husband:  Well, maybe I'd be able to stay awake if there was some dancing.  I'd definitely stay awake for that.

Nurse:  I'm going to leave that part of the treatment to your wife.

Husband:  Well, in that case, it'd be really, really good.  She's a terrific dancer.