Ketamine 1 - A New Perspective

“You’re going to feel a little sting…” The intravenous needle plunged through my skin, dividing my substance on a microscopic level so as to create a smooth chute for chemicals to enter me. “Now I’m going to hook you up to the drip and start giving you the medicine.” The nurse injected several syringes full of a clear-blue liquid into the tube attached to my artery. “Just relax, you’ll be out like a light in five minutes.” I sat back and began to wonder. I had never received general anesthesia before, and, interested as I was in the field, was curious to gain insight; what better way to begin learning of anesthesiology than to be anesthetized? Just as I was beginning to reflect upon my future occupation, earth slowly sunk into a sea as green as absinthe, and just as extraterrestrial. There was a distinctive haze at all times in the rim of my ocular porthole, and there were strange, unattainable emotions which waxed and waned freely throughout my mind. A dash of illumination from above warranted my abrupt arrival in an ethereal plane of nothingness; a nothing created out of everything in oneself. My body began to grow cold, which was a strange sensation since I was now miles away from it. In this sea of emerald fog, there were figures emerging from the corona of the artificial sun which loomed, bright as midnight, overhead. The journey had been thusly set upon, and would never be complete. Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 03:55 PM PST   0 • 10