Okay, I had to have very minor eye surgery, which required that I be awake. After talking over the risks/rewards with my doc of taking Valium (given that I am a drunk and a junky who’s–hallelujah–in recovery) I decided to risk 2 milligrams  in the interests of having my best shot at avoiding permanent eye damage.

Since I’m sworn to tell the truth, I must admit that a very high percentage of my pre-operation thoughts were fixated on taking that pill. I was both appalled and amused to realize that I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO IT!!!! I beamed right back twenty years ago to how I’d welcomed what I remembered as the pleasant swimmy feeling that drug had always induced in me–before, that is, I began washing it down with Black Jack and risking braindamage and death!

The morning of the surgery came, I took my pill, and waited . . .

Nothing pleasant or swimmy happened. If the truth be told, I felt sleepy and slightly demented.

So much for flirting with my old, wild ways.

The surgery, I’m happy to report, was a raging success!