Let's not deny that the various drugs used regularly in general anaesthesia could also be used for other more ... thoroughly recreational purpose - which is why most of the seemingly harmless ampoules in my hand are labeled dangerous drugs where daily usage is closely watched and strictly monitored. Though the infamous accidental death of the Prince of Pop might have given the poor sedative hypnotic agent Propofol quite a bad name, that doesn't change the fact that it does have some surprisingly risque effects.
Namely for the patient.
While under sedation with the drug, medical reports have documented cases of sexually charged euphoria with shockingly vivid erotic dreams unlike those caused by other more modest sedative agents. Though I myself have not undergone such a procedure, I have encountered innumerable patients who awaken with pleasurable moans and sighs so I would have to agree with that particular hypothesis.
Something to that effect I'm sure.
Confirmed without a doubt today when I found myself the target of such a susceptible patient. Turns out the pretty college co-ed remembers me from my regular gadabouts around town though I can't recall her at all. Sure, she might be uncommonly beautiful but still, she's just a girl. Could have been any Toni, Dora or Harriet to me. Perhaps if it had been her strapping brother, I might have been a tad more flattered.
Perhaps it was her vague recollection that ignited some of her more charged feminine emotions - for her subsequent awakening turned out to be quite the event.
Paul : OMG.
Nurse : I think she's moaning.
Paul : I can hear that too.
Nurse : And she's sighing too.
Paul : Asking her to keep it down won't help, would it?
Nurse : I think she just cried your name.
Paul : No!
Nurse : There. Again. That's clearly your name.
Paul : I'll pretend not to have heard that.
Nurse : You must have been pretty good.
Paul : Obviously I do try.
Such sweet irony that I took the starring role in someone's licentious fantasies - only to find myself literally unmoved apart from a faint flush of my cheeks. If it had been a virile twenty year-old of the male sex, who knows what might have happened.
Fortunately my name only left her breathless lips that one time with no clear recollection after she came out of her dreamy reverie - though that was more than enough for my irreverent nurses who spent the entire morning trying to take the piss out of me by repeatedly sighing my name within earshot.
So moral of the story : kids, don't do drugs. At least not without a licensed anaesthetist around.
Namely for the patient.
While under sedation with the drug, medical reports have documented cases of sexually charged euphoria with shockingly vivid erotic dreams unlike those caused by other more modest sedative agents. Though I myself have not undergone such a procedure, I have encountered innumerable patients who awaken with pleasurable moans and sighs so I would have to agree with that particular hypothesis.
Something to that effect I'm sure.
Confirmed without a doubt today when I found myself the target of such a susceptible patient. Turns out the pretty college co-ed remembers me from my regular gadabouts around town though I can't recall her at all. Sure, she might be uncommonly beautiful but still, she's just a girl. Could have been any Toni, Dora or Harriet to me. Perhaps if it had been her strapping brother, I might have been a tad more flattered.
Perhaps it was her vague recollection that ignited some of her more charged feminine emotions - for her subsequent awakening turned out to be quite the event.
Paul : OMG.
Nurse : I think she's moaning.
Paul : I can hear that too.
Nurse : And she's sighing too.
Paul : Asking her to keep it down won't help, would it?
Nurse : I think she just cried your name.
Paul : No!
Nurse : There. Again. That's clearly your name.
Paul : I'll pretend not to have heard that.
Nurse : You must have been pretty good.
Paul : Obviously I do try.
Such sweet irony that I took the starring role in someone's licentious fantasies - only to find myself literally unmoved apart from a faint flush of my cheeks. If it had been a virile twenty year-old of the male sex, who knows what might have happened.
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| Seriously. Now that I have you tied up, I don't know what else to do with you. Do I braid your hair? Apply some make-up for you? Is that what you like? |
Fortunately my name only left her breathless lips that one time with no clear recollection after she came out of her dreamy reverie - though that was more than enough for my irreverent nurses who spent the entire morning trying to take the piss out of me by repeatedly sighing my name within earshot.
So moral of the story : kids, don't do drugs. At least not without a licensed anaesthetist around.
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