While in the recovery room, I hit on the doctor who took out my wisdom teeth. My mother was in the room. I was 16.
I was mortified
later. And guess who couldn't stop laughing when she told me about my lewd behavior?
On a more dramatic note, I had eye surgery this past summer, one eye at a time, a month apart. During the first one, I was under sedation, rather than general anesthesia. Apparently, I had a panic attack during the procedure (I don't remember it). My eye surgeon told me afterward that they would be doing the other eye under general anesthesia.
I asked him, "Was I that bad?"
Ever the master of calm understatement, his reply was, "It's a very, very
good thing that we had you strapped down so well. You were absolutely feral
I asked him again at my follow-up appt, "Are you sure I have to have general anesthesia for this eye?"
His reply? "No, you don't. But you will have to find another surgeon."
I must have really
been something to see.