As a child I had a tonsillectomy. Ether was the anesthetic, I can still “memory-smell” it decades and decades later. The O.R. staff thought I was under, but they were wrong. As a result, I fetched one of the nurses a rattling kick in the breadbasket. Then they “poured it on” until I was well and truly ethered. Boy, did I have a bodacious hangover when I woke up after surgery!
As a child I had a tonsillectomy. Ether was the anesthetic, I can still “memory-smell” it decades and decades later. The O.R. staff thought I was under, but they were wrong. As a result, I fetched one of the nurses a rattling kick in the breadbasket. Then they “poured it on” until I was well and truly ethered. Boy, did I have a bodacious hangover when I woke up after surgery!