When I woke up, I was already in the recovery room. A nurse came by to ask me what I wanted to drink, so I asked for iced water. I was told to snooze, but couldn't. I hung around for half-hour, then was plopped down on a wheelchair and wheeled out of the building, where my husband was waiting.
My husband said the doctor spoke to him. They didn't find anything (a good thing), yet they took some samples to biopsy. Said I was a funny patient, giggling as I was being wheeled out of the room after the procedure was done. For the life of me, I've no recollection of that.
Funny. Even in such a state, I'm still a happy camper.