Do men in the intermediate stages between consciousness and induced unconsciousness often blurt out amorously goofy things to the women present, especially women who are just working with them (not wives for instance)?
Believe it or not, this has no practical implications in my known future, I was just curious.
I punched a nurse in the head once when coming around from oral surgery. She was trying to remove an IV and kept jabbing me with it.
I don’t do general anesthesia but I do moderate sedation for pain control during procedures. People do say some goofy things as they’re waking up from something like ketamine but the only ones that have said amorous and/or sexually inappropriate things to me are those that applied their own mix of mind altering substances prior to arriving in the ED.
yes.
Knew a guy having IV sedation for wisdom teeth extractions. Thought he was in West Side Story. Kept trying to grab the assistant and calling her Maria.’
When I came out of general anesthesia they said I talked a lot in recovery. I talk a lot normaly so I can’t imagine how much it was. My wife said I never stopped and never made sense. Of course the last part isn’t different.
The recovery room nurse showed me a note that I wrote her specifying what I wanted for lunch. A big mac and a fish filet sandwich. I then went back to sleep for a few more hours. I went to the ER for a pain shot one time because of severe nerve pinch. Once the hefty nurse gave me the shot I felt like I fell in love with her.
I think it’s so endearing that the OP thinks that sedation is a relevant factor. 
Full disclosure, I’m also a guy. I guess I’m just a little less sanguine about was would be considered our “normal” demeanor.
Note: it would seem this post also serves to valid my point. :smack:
I’ve been an operating room nurse for 6 years, and of all the men I’ve seen come out of anesthesia, only a very few (like, maybe, 10), have ever said or done anything at all affectionate or amorous. Violence, on the other hand…I’ve been on the receiving end of punches like Really Not All That Bright describes, and whenever I have a man under 30 on the table, I make sure to have extra muscle around for the waking up process, in case they decide to fight, as many of them do.
Ah! Yes, one would deduce that I imagine men don’t do this when we’re not intoxicated! Yet, apparently, I can even type goofy things on web forums when I have no specific reason to fear that my mind is more clouded than normal. No, scratch “normal” and substitute “usual”.
For the record, what I was actually thinking about was the stuff we usually consciously suppress. On reflection, it was pretty optimistic of me to picture us catching it all, even on our best days.
My first words on coming out from general anesthesia for my cervical fusion were “I have to go. I’ll be late for work.”
Just call me Mr Excitement.
My dad was on morphine during his treatment for multiple myloma, and told my mom he wanted to speak to the president. This was in 1999. My asked, “President Clinton? The president of IBM?” (my dad worked for IBM for 30 years).
“Lyndon Johnson,” my dad replied.
No idea why he wanted to talk to LBJ.
Once I repeatedly said after dental surgery, all maudlin, “I love my sister-in-law,” which I do, in fact, but never made such a commotion about. She and I have the same doctor, and now the incident is a byword in our family.
Band name waiting to happen.
During retina surgery I spoke up to say “I downloaded an article from Ocular Surgery News and they recommended a #11.” The surgeon said, “We’re going with a #14.” and told the anesthetist “Take him down a little more”. Some people don’t like advice.