Thursday, February 09, 2006

Laughing Gas

When you say your wedding vows, you pledge to love one another for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer and in sickness and in health. What you do not pledge to do is to keep secret life's little embarressing moments.

Today, Shawn had to have oral surgery, so he was put under laughing gas and eventually knocked out asleep. Talking with the doctor, I quickly realized that laughing gas is named, not for what it does to the patient, but for the reaction others have toward the patient when they are on it.

Shawn did everything from sing some songs (la, la, la, la la,) to pass his business card out to everyone, (always a great time to drum up some business, ) to being the overly macho, man, convinced that he could walk, talk and not need any help.

I have to say though, as funny as it has been, as much as he has made me laugh, I would never wish for him to go through anything like this again.

But boy, give him some more of that laughing gas.

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