I keep thinking back to Thursday, when I had the hospital procedure to explore my esophagus.  It was going to be the first time I’d have general anaesthetic in many years.

I had an idea of what it would be like.  A nurse would take a soft mask connected to a tube and place it over my nose and mouth.  She’d ask me to count back from 100 …  And I’d fade away.

Did that really happen to me long ago or have I just watched too many movies?  I don’t know.

Anyway, that wasn’t the story on Thursday.  A fellow put an IV into my left arm.  I later figured out he was an anaesthesiologist.  He knew I was Canadian and told me about his vacation in British Columbia on the Pacific coast while he did his work.  “What a nice guy to talk to,” I thought.

A nurse stood to my right and we chatted about how great Gent was.  Two cool people.  I was comfy, wrapped in the blanket of lovely human beings.

And then I was gone.

I believe, as well as doing their jobs to relax the patient, both of these medical professionals were simply nice folks.

I thought of the many easy friendships I’ve had in my life, where the conversation is effortless.  No edges, even if we disagree about some topic. 

I imagine talking to a friend late at night, both of us tired.  And slowly, sweetly … we fall asleep together.

Anaesthesia and love

Why not?