That is the numbing/relaxation treatment Seth was given before his dental work this morning (how 'bout that bling, eh?). I think this is often what Craig craves (the sedation, not the dental work), especially when he's working nights (like now). Just a little sumpin' sumpin' to knock him out just enough. I know I often wish I could have three little doses of such a sedative when 3 o'clock rolls around or, rather, comes roaring in.
But, no "conscious sedation" for me. Nope. I prefer to remain fully alert and functional. I've never enjoyed the "laughing gas" or the numbness, especailly epidural-related numbness. I like knowing when I'm being pushed and prodded. I like to sleep with the door open so I can hear my kids--just in case even if I'm that achy sort of awful tired. I like to be "always aware" never consciously sedated. Even when it seems my own seams may burst I'd rather burst than not feel it. I guess that's what keeps me going (because it's all about "keeping going" these days), the one thing I can control: the world being felt by me. Because, what happens when you stop feeling it?