I embarrassed my sister, cousin, and DH when I was coming out of anesthesia after major surgery. To make conversation and lighten the mood, they told me that my DH's horoscope for that day said something about having a wild night of romance. I look at him and, in my drug-induced stupor, held up my right hand and said, "Well, I guess that means you have a date with this then." My sister and cousin were standing where I could see their faces, and I could tell from their expressions that I'd shocked them. I said, "I said that out loud, didn't I?" Yeah, you did.
About a year later, I had to have surgery for carpal tunnel. They didn't knock me completely out but gave me "happy drugs" to relax me. And, boy, was I relaxed! For some reason, when the nurse was taking me down the hall from OR to recovery, I decided that it would be cool if I sang. Off-key. Loudly. Edith Bunker's part in the "All in the Family" theme song. At the time, I thought the nurse was singing a duet with me, but I honestly doubt it. I was caterwauling for all I'm worth all the way down that hall. Recovery was a large room, partitioned off with curtains into individual cubicles, most of which were occupied. And I was still caterwauling when they wheeled me in. The nurse got me situated and then went to get DH. I told him that he's missed my performance. He wasn't sorry. I have often wondered what the other patients and families thought when they heard me.