"Polypidelic", Man!

I didn't want to argue with the nurse, especially since she was going to be assisting on my procedure. I just wanted her to help me remember the name of that movie. I thought it had Frankenstein in the title I whispered, but I was trying not to let the doctor hear that part since it might color his performance, which involved me in what I can only describe as the unfolding of a very delicate script with the beginning at the end. But I could tell my nurse was getting a little miffed as soon as I told her she even looked like Cloris Leachman in the movie. I don't recall exactly what she explained she was putting in my IV, but it was merely milliseconds until I was directing my own movie, oblivious to what else was going on for the next half hour or so. Suddenly, I was telling them if they could just dial in Texoma's Oldies to go with their drugs I would be hanging out with them over the weekend; and, asking Frau Blücher if the ceiling would open to harness the lightning as the gurney was rising skyward. And soon I learned the reality of what the establishment had been telling us when we were younger and headstrong...people can give you drugs and can do things to you that you can't even remember.