No-time

The funny thing about anesthesia is that there's no sense of subjective time. In other words, I started doing some breathing exercises in the operating room, wondering a little nervously if I would do something embarrassing while I was sedated like get an erection or fart, and then I was in the recovery room, no-time later. I didn't even get to do the counting thing they tell you about.

Opiates, on which I am currently snacking, on the other hand, leave me very aware of time, and the slowness with which it passes, and the long hours until dawn.