Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers.

So I had a little medical procedure done last week.  It wasn't anything cosmetic.  Totally a necessary surgery that did not make my boobs bigger.  It doesn't matter, I already have nice boobs.  I was very, very nervous about said procedure as it required general anesthesia and some hard-core pain management.

While waiting in the hallway to enter the operating room, I found myself getting rather emotional.  For the past 3 weeks, I have been rather stoic.  Didn't want the rest of the world to know how I terrified I was.  I am a rock,  I see humor in everything.  Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride.  Except seeing my beloved doctor standing there holding my hand trying to calm me down.  I lost it.

The anesthesiologist  kindly administered something (Lord knows what it was but did I ever need it) and asked if I could say "Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers."  Is this a challenge?  Do you know who are talking to?  I came in here with super high blood pressure because I thought "the higher the score, the better you are!"  I am the highest of high achievers, bring it on.  So I proceeded to say "Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers" over and over and over and over.

Into the operating room, they wheel me still blabbering about "Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers."  Now I have an audience, I was coherent enough to notice.  Well, this just makes it worse.  I know this about my self.  This Narcissist LOVES an audience.  Especially when I now these people are about to see a part of my body that doesn't get much exposure.  The Man in My Life couldn't agree more on the statement.

With the audience in the palm of my hand, clearly impressed with my ability to slur "Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers"  I proudly announce, "You know I can really hold my liquor, I'm Irish."  At that moment they quickly put something over my mouth and INSISTED that I breathe deeply.

Can you imagine what the said about me for the next four hours?  Only a Narcissist would wonder.