“I was giving a 14 year old boy sedation for a procedure once… I was talking to him and his dad (who was sitting beside him the whole time) and they were talking about school, how great his grades were, his mission trips, his many accomplishments and how good a kid he’s always been, etc. About a minute into this infusion of happiness, the kid gets this enlightened look and his disconjugate eyes began to wander.
“How are you feeling?”, I ask.
“I’m getting dizzy. Wow.”
“That’s normal. Just relax”, I offer in my calming doctor voice.
“Man…I mean, shit dude…” he slurs loudly.
Dad’s eyes go wide, mouth wider.
“Jesus, dude, I’m higher than fuck right now. Feels like I just burned a fat bowl.”
Awkward silence. Dad is now red faced and I think not breathing.
“You know they can say anything on this stuff, it’s not unusual”, I half-lie to him.
I began the procedure, reducing his broken wrist. He utters a few more “fucks” and “shits” but offers no resistance.
One hour later, I check on him and he’s wide awake, no complaints. Ready for discharge. Dad’s still staring ahead, not red, and breathing this time. I tell them about follow up and that he’ll have a prescription for pain medicine.
Dad looks around and then at son and says matter of factly, “You can keep that prescription, Doc. I’ll have him burn a fat bowl if he’s hurting too badly.”
I’m certain the broken wrist was the least of this boy’s concerns on the ride home.”