I had a medical procedure yesterday. Just to cut to the chase, all is well. I have no new problems, and some of the old have even cleared up. Rejoicing ensue! The procedure involved anesthesia, what they refer to as "twilight sedation," which has nothing to do with vampires, but instead causes drowsiness and amnesia.
It also causes impaired judgment. I was given instructions not to drive for at least 24 hours following the procedure. One nurse commented that one of the problems manifested by people who have been sedated this way is that they exhibit "overconfidence."
I need no overconfidence behind the wheel, that is for sure. I think of myself as a pretty damned good driver. I imagine with this stuff flowing through my veins I might feature my little hybrid leaping tall buildings with a single bound, or perhaps going into FTL mode. So I obediently abstained from driving for the required time.
I am late (very!) submitting my article for our next newsletter. I hesitated to write it under influence of the "overconfidence" drug. Can you imagine? Pastor Cecilia invites congregation to a drag show! Or some such thing. They should warn people not to write newsletter articles for at least 24 hours.
Other things they might mention:
No entering dance or karaoke contests.
No trying on clothes in department stores.
No applying for mortgages or credit cards.
But here's the one I really, really wish they'd mentioned:
No heart-to-heart conversations with your children. Or "candid" emails.
That would have been helpful.