In which medication reveals our heroine's true nature: suspicious, anti-social, and slightly irritable.
Anaesthetist, pushing a slug of cold medication up my arm: This should make you feel pleasantly sleepy right away.
Me: Yeah. Feeling dreamy in a dizzy way now.
Anaesthetist: That's good—
Me, interrupting: I don't like it.
Doctor and Anaesthetist, laughing: Enjoy it. Pre-meds are fun.
Me: No. You're blurring at the edges, both of you. Stop it! Now!
Going to sleep for a day or so now.