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08:10 (Continuation)

At this point I noticed my leg shivering from being so tensed up the entire time. I calmed myself down. According to the doctors everything went very well. Additionally, only 7 minutes had passed since I entered this room. That made zero sense to me, as so much had happened. After everything was done, a bandaid was put over the place where my skin was pricked, and I was helped to lay down on my stomach. I did everything super slowly. Cables where running across my body, as my cannula was on my right arm, they needed to have the blood pressure taken on the left arm, and the (ECG?) cables with suction cups were still running across my chest. Three assistants helped me turn around and lay on my stomach. I felt a bit dizzy as my body was processing the anesthesia. I thought about Mastodon a lot during this time and even felt like I was in a dream like state. I was certainly awake, but time flew by and the world was entertaining. I couldn't believe this was the procedure. I didn't feel anything and thought they were just doing whatever in preparation to it. I told the doctors how I felt, that everything was fine, no pain etc.

They drove the bed to my place and told me to continue lying down like this for 30 minutes. A doctor was waiting with me in case anything happens. Even though the bed was standing still, I felt like I was flying forward. I was told I couldn't have a pillow, so my head was on the same height as my back. I dreamed on. I had no idea where this pillow would be put, but later I was positively surprised to learn where it was. I felt very happy about myself and my life. Maybe an effect of the anesthesia, but maybe just overall. I'm happy about where I am in life, because I can even withstand such a procedure.

30 minutes passed and I was told to lie on my back. I was now helped by one doctor, I could do much myself. I could've probably done it the first time and now without help, I can feel all parts of my body and move them, I am just trying to be extra cautious as they suggested. They were very happy about me taking it seriously and not jumping around or doing erratic movements (I was told that some patients do that).

Now lying on my back left me wondering and daydreaming once more. Although I felt much better and awake. I would fully wake up during this time. I now saw they gave the blohaj its pillow back and laid it on top of the patient information stand at the end of my bed, giving the blohaj its own bed. I found that quite amusing. I asked the doctor whether they've done so on purpose because I didn't do it, and she said “that's exactly what someone who did this would say.”

Sooner than later there was a doctor with me who asked me how I was doing and that my time has passed. After I said I was fine, he began talking about migrants completely out of nowhere. Still in a dizzy state, but slowly becoming more aware of the situation, I listened to his babbling...

“Do you feel well? Yeah? Do your parents live in Germany or America? Germany, huh... You know the migrants coming to Europe, they're all rich. They wear expensive clothes, have expensive watches. They're the ones that can afford a ticket. With the elections in Germany you can really see how the will of the people is represented. We need to go there and help them in Africa, not here, like Russia did in...”

Very fascinating stuff, really. I didn't ask nor could I care any less about this. It also wasn't an isolated room, so surrounding patients just began laughing and we later talked about it very humorously considering what an odd fella would start a conversation like this. Or how inappropriate it was to do this. Or how dumb this opinion was.

[To Be Continued...]