Mini Me’s INdiaJURY was worse than initially assessed and, as a result, she ended up needing surgery. After the surgery, the nurse was asking her some questions. Mini Me responded articulately, telling the nurse she was “disoriented and usually more lucid.” She then looked at me and I Noticed and said, “I don’t really know anything about medicine, but if you know a little bit of the lingo they’ll think you’re really intelligent.”
A few minutes later, one of her coworkers checked in on her. The anesthesia was still in effect and Mini Me had been telling us all kinds of interesting tidbits. She decided to tell all of us about the time I told her she needed to learn to use tampons. “I was so scared to use them. I didn’t want to end up with Stockholm Syndrome.” “It’s toxic shock and what made you think of that?” I asked. “I don’t know,” she replied.
She then preceded to tell me that she was upset I was planning to go out of town for my birthday because she had intended to throw me a surprise party and was going to rent all kinds of party items to make it a success. “You ruined the surprise,” she said with disgust.
Several hours and a bit of morphine later, she woke up and said, “You know earlier when you were teasing me about Stockholm Syndrome and toxic shock?” “Yes,” I replied. “Well, the reason I told that story is because we had been talking about Belle and Disney.” “Not true. We never talked about either of those things,” I advised her and added, “Even if we had, I’m not sure how that has anything to do with using tampons.”
Fortunately for her, the combination of anesthesia and morphines knocked her out. It was a bit unfortunate for the rest of us because we were quite entertained by her wackadoodle comments. The next day, while recapping some of the comments with her, she told me she didn’t recall most of them. Guess this means I’m going to have to act surprised.