Recovery Room Fiasco

I got to talk to Olive after I got back from Cagayan de Oro. Apparently she is with me when I was at the recovery room after my surgery.

While I was in la la land, she was harassing the nurses. Apparently the irritating sound I keep hearing is not a figment of my imagination. It was the monitoring apparatus of my vital organs. I have flatlined quite a few times, sending Olive into panic; making her harass the nurses in a falsetto voice just like in the cartoons.

They finally managed to discover that the connections were loose, thus making me flatline. Poor Olive; and poor nurses. Unnecessary stress. But now, we can look back at it and laugh.