I am a rule follower. I have not taken, sniffed, snorted, or smoked any illegal or dangerous substances. Ever. I have never even smoked a cigarette. I DID hold a lit cigarette once, but I didn’t inhale. I didn’t even hold it to my lips. I do drink alcoholic beverages, but not everyday, nor to the point of being all out drunk. The few times I have, I have hated it. I don’t like feeling that loss of control. I could never be an addict. I do, however, have one guilty pleasure. I LOVE getting anesthesia.
In the last few years I have had a few surgeries and procedures that required sedation. While this makes many, maybe even MOST people apprehensive, it makes me giddy. I love the feeling of the medication when it starts running through my blood. The seconds before I am out like a light. When I go from all the medical personnel and commotion in the room to waking up in recovery. It’s like Christmas morning for a kid, and then the disappointment that it is over.
I have known about this strange attraction of mine for many years, but have not needed to have any procedures requiring it again until recently. I hope I don’t have any more soon because I’d rather have unquestionable health, but if I do there will be no fear from me. Bring it on, but only if it’s legal. I am a rule follower, but with a very strange guilty pleasure.