Hey, do you know if you walk into the hospital and tell every one you meet during the registration and screening process that you don't want Versed, at some point they will be gathered around you and chorus, "No, we are not giving you Versed!"
So, I was convincing. Convincing enough the anesthesiologist recommended I write down my Versed experiences because I made it sound like something from the Book of Revelation. (I did tell him I had blogged it, but I don't think I gave him the address.)
What they did give me was Propofol. It convinced me they were filling my arm with lead through the IV, and then the next thing I knew I woke up and burst into tears of relief when I realized I didn't remember anything. I cried for about 10 minutes, then sniffled for another half an hour, and now I'm damn cranky because I can't eat or drink until six. And then no solid food till lunch tomorrow, and even then a low fat diet for five days. Because Christmas is when you need to be on a low fat diet.
Oh, and the cyst appears to be full of "a thick putty material suggestive of an old organized pseudocyst." So, not even a real cyst. At least it was organized. Because damn, I hate disorganization in a cyst.
So, now it appears I get to barrel through the last few steps in the process, and the day after Christmas I might get my first dose of the test drug. Thanks to everyone for their well wishes.