Over this past weekend my husband's bad back was VERY BAD.
(He has degenerative disc issue L5)
So, he wound up admitted into the hospital, where he still is
Once the pain meds and muscle relaxants were administered thru IV he became quite comfortable (stoned).
The nurse was asking him some pertinent medical history questions, of which, I was the one answering, as he was in no condition to speak logically.
She asked if he smoked?
As I started to say that he smokes about 50 cigars a year, but only in Aruba.........dear hubby came to life, regailing the nurse of the pleasures of a particular cigar made in aruba, where to buy them and where to sit with a martini and smoke the cigar.
He did not shut up about them. It went on and on. We were holding back convulsive laughter.
She and I sat there staring at him and he was in "cigar/morphine/flexeril/aruba heaven"
He spoke of Aruba and the cigars in such a way that was almost poetic.
Today when he was lucid and stone cold sober, we talked about the cigars and he had no clue of what he said to the admitting nurse yesterday.