Your experience of propofol and mine (3x) are utterly different.
You’re welcome of course to rant about your experiences. And I’m certainly glad you survived to rant about it.
Yep. I’ve heard others say that. Obviously a good reason for nurses not to say shit about patients thinking they’re completely out.
It’s like, don’t yell “bomb” at the airport. Or scream “fire” in a movie theatre.
Some things you just don’t do. Shouldn’t they be taught this at school
You might keep in mind that the propofol might have created that memory as a side effect. It’s very possible that no nurses said anything like that.
And yes, in nursing school we are trained to never say anything like that around a patient, even if it appeared they were asleep or unconscious. We are also taught to never say judgmental things.
Be open to the idea it was the propofol talking, not any nurse or surgical tech,
Pettiest rant ever:
I’ve been playing a lot of FIFA 24 lately (video game). It’s a pretty good game with interesting tactical play and all that shit, and the little nuances of gameplay in order to pull off cool moves and score goals is fairly intuitive. But I’ve got the reflexes of old sloth with Parkinson’s disease so it took me a long time to hone my skills to where I can play it on World Class difficulty and actually be competitive. That said, just because I know what I need to do doesn’t mean I can always pull it off.
That brings me to the other night. I had an excellent match (I play the individual player thing - I’m currently playing for Crystal Palace after starting with Portland Timbers and a season with Rangers in Scotland, but I digress); I scored a hat trick, which I’ve done before, but I manage some awesome moves, a cool header to the upper corner and a crazy full volley from outside the box. I even scored on my breakaway, which I manage to fuck up about half the time. It was beautiful.
Then the game crashed before I could save it. I goddamn near had a stroke, I tell you.
I’m reminded of something my brother told me about a conversation he had with a brilliant surgeon who had saved his wife’s life – literally and indisputably saved her from a condition that other specialists had deemed inoperable. As accomplished as he was, the guy was an insufferable arrogant asshole. After the surgery, my brother asked him if they could call him with any followup questions. He said, “no”, and walked away.
Later, out of sheer frustration, my brother asked one of the nurses something along the lines of how such an arrogantly entitled asshole could possibly be a successful physician. She replied, “his patients are always unconscious”. 
This may sound like a prepared joke, but it’s literally true. And I suspect that nurse, like probably others, had been on the receiving end of the asshole’s tirades, and was struggling to be diplomatic.
Go Greyhounds!
My car is only a couple years old. It has most of the bells and/or whistles available for that model. One little feature is a weather icon that’s on the dash. It shows a little symbol for the current weather. Do I need it? No. I’m in the weather. I can see what it’s doing. But I still like it. I like seeing the cheery little sun when it’s nice out. I like the little rain clouds. The problem is it works for about a week then stops working for 2 months. I can not figure out why or how it stops working or why it comes back. It seems to be completely random. It’s pissing me off.
That sounds so frustrating. I would be pissed as well.
I was just checking the weather forecast to see if there’s any chance of rain in my foreseeable future. Nope. But I’ll tell you what there is. The weather forecast for today, tonight, and at least through tomorrow is … smoke! Due to wildfires. Accompanied by an air quality advisory. From the looks of it, my own dry lawn is about ready to burst into flame from the intense sunlight.
That is indeed frustrating as all hell.
It does, however, bolster my side of the argument in a disagreement I have with the distinguished @LSLGuy, aficionado of all things high-tech, who disagrees with my contention that the more fancy gadgetry a car (or anything else) has, the more things there are to break. And as Murphy might say, anything that can break, eventually will.
Whenever I have a weird problem with my car I go to the subreddit for that model. Somebody always knows the answer.That’s how I learned the Chicken Dance to reset one of the more persistent lights on my Prius. Wacky, but it worked.
I have tried to look it up before. I’ll make another attempt
Or just Google. I once had a weird problem on a previous car where under certain rare conditions, the speedometer needle would wildly flail around when starting the engine. One time, it flailed so wildly that the needle got stuck on the wrong side of the stop at the “zero” mark. It should have been resting on it, but was stuck on the other side.
I thought I’d have to take the car in and have the whole dash taken apart, but it turned out that there was a Super Sekret procedure to recalibrate all the instrumentation that was not in the manual and was supposed to be known only to dealership mechanics, but fortunately it was known to the internet! A few magical button presses, and all was fixed!
If it makes you feel better, the smoke from Canadian wildfires is affecting air quality all the way down here in St. Louis. Where we have finally been released from a three-week extreme heat wave with heat indexes well above 110f (45 or so Celsius). So the outside just went from trying to kill us with heat to trying to kill us with smoke.
(I’m still spending time outside.)
Spent yesterday during a long shift at work constantly pulling up one of my bra straps. It’s tightened up as far as it’ll go - still slides down.
Super fun in a hot pizza kitchen where I constantly have gawds-knows-what on my hands.
YES, “buy new bra” is on my to-do list. YES, this one is ancient and worn the fuck out. YES this is a problem (mostly) of my own laziness and entropy.
I don’t need your judgment, okay?!? { SOBS }
Stoopit bra strap.
If you have pizza sauce on your hands, does it become a spaghetti strap?
There, there. We’ve all been there. You’ll find the time and inclination to hit the bra shop… one day.
I want you to go to your room and think about what you’ve just done.
{ swats @Atamasama with rolled-up newspaper }
Well, maybe not all of us.
While my bras do not tend to get worn out, I’ve worn many a ratty undershirt because it was next up in the drawer, and I’d been too lazy to toss it in the cleaning rags box and get a new one out of the Costco package in the closet.