Wild Talk

I just read about a woman who, in the narcotized dream-state after her surgery, felt the nurses were evil aliens trying to harm her. She rallied once for a moment and heard her husband in the process of apologizing to a nurse for all the terrible things she'd said.

I'm wondering what terrible things I'll say in the same situation Wednesday morning. I used to have a fear--from early life to just a few years ago--that on my deathbed I might say or not say something in my ravings that would hurt someone's feelings. Suppose someone were left out, for example, or didn't get enough of my final air-time. Or there was some misunderstanding I wouldn't be alive to get straight. I finally rid myself of this grandiose worry, when Bob, my husband, persuaded me that anything I said at that point would be expected to be a little wacky.

So now I'm merely curious what I might come up with, what my wacky dreams will be.