Anesthesia is amazing. Someone puts you to sleep while other people cut you open, poke your innards, see your privates, and insert sterile objects into your abdomen. The condition of being asleep keeps you from feeling the pain, or being embarrassed, or interfering with the process.
A dozen times in my life I have been in the care of an otolaryngologist who studied twelve years for the privilege of using sharp instruments in my middle ear. What a relief that my eyes were closed. No worry about my ears being open. I couldn't hear anyway.
Each time there was an anesthetist on the team who wheeled my gurney down the hall. She or he went to school for ten years for the responsibility of holding my life at the precipice of unshakable sleep. The anesthesiologist came for the beginning and end of the ordeal. Or so they tell me. As I say I was not watching her either.
The other day I noticed with some surprise that an issue between John and I had lost its amplitude. It is not from some clever workings on my part I can assure you. I tried not to give the matter energy. Perhaps the negativity went elsewhere for better results.
The book of Genesis says that God created woman while Adam was asleep.
And the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall on Adam, and he slept; and He took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh in its place. Then the rib which the Lord God had taken from man He made into a woman, and He brought her to the man. Genesis 2
Some things occur without our supervision. It is possible we might even be in the way.
