Had some teeth cut out a couple of months ago. I hadn't been under anesthesia...at least medically induced anesthesia that is, in over thirty years. Here's my somewhat entertaining timeline as I remember it and as told to me by my wife. Waiting in oral surgery waiting room; watching them hook up my I.V.; asking when they were going to start the procedure as I was feeling somewhat numb; the assistant telling me I was actually in recovery and the procedure had lasted over an hour; asking the assistant if she was sure they had already cut my teeth out; noticing my cut out teeth were taped to the collar of my shirt in some weird collector's box; telling the assistant I didn't need a wheel chair to get out to my car where my wife was waiting; watching the floor zoom in and out at the speed of light when I stood up and tried to prove this; deciding a wheel chair wasn't a bad idea; telling my wife we needed to go fishing again sometime while she was helping me into our car; briefly regaining consciousness in the Wal-Mart parking lot and not knowing 1)why I was there, and 2)why I was in the passenger seat instead of the driver's seat; convincing myself that I might be Jason Bourne and had been drugged in order to get information about secret government plans; remembering I had oral surgery; watching my wife get into the car and asking her if we might be able to go fishing again sometime; my wife laughing hysterically and telling me to wipe the drool from my mouth; asking when Daniel would be learning to drive (he's 9 years old); my wife laughing more; pulling into our carport; not knowing what to do next; trying to figure out how to open the car door; not succeeding; wife opening the car door and telling me she has 90 year kidney dialysis patients who are more coherent than I am at the moment; me not understanding the reference; being on my couch; telling my wife I was going to put the laundry in the dryer; her not acknowledging; walking out to the laundry room; realizing there was no laundry in the washing machine; staring out the window in the laundry room trying to figure out the ramifications of there not being laundry in the washing machine; my wife leading me back inside the house saying I had been asleep leaning against the laundry room window for unknown amount of time while she thought I was asleep on the couch; waking up about 14 hours later feeling like I had my jaw punched by Mike Tyson. I had never actually been under medical anesthetic since having my tonsils taken out back in the 1970's. Medical anesthesia has obviously come a long way and it felt wonderful. My wife absolutely loves to tell people about her "day at the oral surgeon with my husband"......