“The patient, M.A., and I laughed uncontrollably for about five minutes.”

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"The most embarrassing part: About six months later, my class was playing kickball on the baseball field outside our school. The field had been resurfaced, and I think some chemicals had been added to treat the dirt. A strong wind gust blew a cloud of that dirt into my face, and I started yelling, ‘I smell sleeping gas!’ Then, in front of the whole class, I started vomiting and couldn’t stop. My classmates laughed about that for weeks. They would yell ‘Sleeping gas!’ then make vomiting sounds. Thanks, friends!"

"And kept on wailing and bawling. She finished the draw, but she kept begging me to stop crying and to relax, but I couldn't stop. My grandpa had zero empathy for her and was like, 'I tried to warn you, you lied to her, so now this is the consequence!' Apparently, a bunch of other kids in the waiting room started to freak out, too. The front desk gave me an extra sticker because they felt so sorry for me, and the nurse who lied to me was so embarrassed she had to go home early because she couldn't face anyone else in the office that afternoon."

"When it was over, they told me to pass gas as much as I wanted, so I had a bit of fun, too. I was still loopy from the anesthesia (pre-Propofol days), so as they were wheeling me back to recovery, when I was rolled past anyone in the hall, I’d tell random people to 'Pull my finger.'"

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