Headed to the OR

Wow what a ride that was!  Wish I could say I remembered it.  Wish I could tell all my curious friends that I went into the light and passed over for a quick peek....and remembered what I saw.
This was not to be the case though.  I do feel in my 6 surgeries and other procedures that I probably have passed over for a quick peek.  How would I know this?  When I think of it, a very gentle but firm peace settles in me and I see beauty, so much beauty.   

Don’t remember this time though.  Here for your enjoyment is what I do remember.
They wanted to give me some meds to relax before I got to OR.  It worked pretty darn fast.  I remember telling Grif I loved him and that if I die to please find love again.  Then I was out!

Next thing I remember I was prepped completely and the anesthesiologists was talking to me.  She had the most beautiful accent (Russian).  So I proceeded to tell the whole room of surgeons and other doctors about my two boys adopted from Russia.  Why I think Russia is one of the most beautiful countries I have ever visited.  They all patiently listened and  finally told me  “Okay Miss Summer count back from 10.”

Then 9 hours later, I was being forced awake.  How you ask?  Well little fact for you... One of the ways to speed up the waking up process, they flood the veins with caffeine!  The main surgeon told me they were all surprised because I woke up 100% and they even pulled out my intubation tube in the OR.  This almost never happens.
That’s about it for fun when you’re high during surgery.  Grif did mention that as soon as I got the initial sleeping med, I jabbering on about nothing and everything.  I also overhead a nurse apparently talk about having a soda and exclaimed that I would like a Coke.  Thankfully Gif never mention inappropriate things coming from my mouth like the F word.  I would save those up for later.

I will admit I am disappointed I didn’t get a peek of the other side but I also fully believe God needs so many here to change the world, fix what we broke and heal lives that have been shattered.  How many would honestly come back if they got even a little glimpse of the other side?  

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