anesthesia

I found this post that I never published from back in June, so I am publishing it now.

In the past when I have had surgery, the doctor has talked to me as I go under the anesthesia.  I wake up remembering that they were saying something, but I have no clue what.  I also go under fast, like before I can finish scooting over to the surgery table.  When I had my surgery in April, the doctor asked me a question as they medicated me.  I remember starting to answer as I went under.  I woke up and thought maybe I dreamed all of the things I remembered saying, or that maybe I had logged what I thought to say but couldn't and my brain clung to those things.  I felt like I had been thinking about the subject for a long time.  I was determined not to forget, so I kept running it over as over in my head until I woke up all the way.  At the first chance, I asked the nurse if I had talked in my sleep.  She replied no.  I asked if I talked about my kids.  She said no, but the doctor had asked me as I was going under what my kids names were.  She told me I had said "Evelyn, but we call her Evies or Eves.  Ethan.  Eleanor, but we call her Ellie, and Evan."  They must have made a comment about all the E's, because I explained about the situation that we had the two girl names and than Ethan was the only boy name we could agree on, so we knew we'd have to stick with E's.  I remember mentioning that I wanted at least one more baby, a girl, to name Edith.  I told them my husband doesn't like Edith.  He likes Elise or Elaine.  It was so important to me that I talked about Edith.  She repeated all this to me with Ben there.  As I was sitting there, I felt like for some reason that should mean something to him, prove to him that we should have a girl named Edith because I went to all the effort of saying that even though my body felt like it should go unconscious.  It didn't.  He still hates the name.  Why am I writing all this?  I'm not sure.  I think because I really felt something that day and I don't want to forget or the drugs made me think I felt something that day.  I guess that is what I get for procrastinating writing down the details.  I guess we'll see what happens!