"No...body knows the trouble I've seen"

Yesterday, when I was put out again.. for a truly Halloween-ish vampire procedure (if you don't believe me, check out the vampire bite on my neck!), I realized that I had forgotten to include the best parts of the last story.  Since I suspect that most of you don't go back and peruse my blog over and over, I'm making this a separate entry rather than editing the original post...  Be prepared for a bit of "3rd grade humor" with this one...

I've read stories and viewed videos of the funny things that people do when they start to come to after being sedated.  I figure that I'm always just mature and quiet... but maybe not!

After having the double-the-fun endoscopy/colonoscopy procedures on Friday I was wheeled to "Recovery" until I came to and could be returned to my room--  actually until I came to and could go to ultrasound (since there is always one more test to do...) and then to my room.  Now, recovery when you are an Outpatient is usually a sort of nice little room with curtains across the front.  Recovery, when you are an Inpatient, is really an employee hallway.  Yes, there are some curtains but they kind of block where you came from and don't really block the hallway. 

Anyway, I realized as I came to  that I was singing (in my head.. I think) "Nobody knows the trouble I've seen...." and "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot" in my deepest, most soulful voice.  Not sure if I was ever singing out loud or not, but I may have been.  Just that thought made me start to giggle... so there I was in the middle of a hallway trying REALLY hard just to be quiet and not giggle and not being very successful at it.  Then, I started wondering what the employees must think as they go by this section of the hallway.  Especially since they pump you full of gas as part of a colonoscopy and you have to fart it out afterwards.  In fact, they won't let you go if you don't start farting it out.  So, here is this section of the hallway where there has to be a constant cacophony of farting patients.  That thought also made me giggle...  And THEN, (don't know where this came from), I started thinking of all these typically prim and proper Relief Society ladies after colonoscopies just tooting away in a public hallway while quilting or something.  (For those who don't know--Relief Society is the women's organization in my church with millions of members across the globe.  Age range is really from 18 until 130... but for some reason I was picturing them like I did when I was younger and they were all older, sweeter, and more composed than me.)  Anyway, there was no stopping my laughter then so if you heard maniacal laughter in the hallway it very well could have been me...  and not a Halloween sound effect.

Thought you might enjoy hearing that part of the story.