The drugs don't work



About 25 years ago now (Christ I feel old typing that) I had to go to hospital due to a chronic ear infection. The bed next to mine was occupied by an elderly farmer who both sleepwalked and had complete conversations in his sleep.

The first time I found this out was when the bloke opposite woke us all by shouting for the nurse. When she arrived and turned on the lights, there was the farmer sharing the bed with matey and sound asleep blissfully unaware he'd got the wrong bed. The next night, I was constantly being woken up by him giving his son detailed instructions on various farming tasks like "And be careful of the slope when turning the tractor in the top field".

After his operation, he was raving and shouting at some bloke who he seemed to dislike intensely. When his family came in, the nurses told them about the carrying on to which they replied "Oh, sure that was probably John-O that he was arguing with. He has the farm next to ours and there's been a spot of bother over a boundary ditch".

By contrast, the nurses were very disappointed with me as I was one of the rare ones in not divulging any secrets while under the anaesthetic. "We thought a young fellah like you would tell us all sorts of goings on but you didn't say a thing."
(Fanta Menace Is tall enough to see over the fence, Fri 24 Aug 2007, 13:57, Reply)