Memories...or Lack Thereof

The twilight meds given to me on Monday...well, I realized yesterday that I didnt remember flipping back over onto my back post biopsy. Thats never happened before. I was awake the whole time and remember the blinding pain of them pushing hard w their fingertips to find the right place to drill. I remember the drilling and aspiration and bone chipping. The next thing I remember is my brother sotting in the chair across from me and thinking how utterly drained I felt. 

But I have never not remembered some aspect of a biopsy. Too bad I wasnt "away" for the biopsy itself. Mr.Chuck Harrison, being "under the influence" can be such a nicer alternative.