I had wisdom teeth removed yesterday and was under general anesthesia during the process. I apparently stopped breathing for a good minute and the doctor had to apparently breath for me with some sort of pump.  I apparently walked myself from the surgery room to the recovery room.  I apparently was talking in spanish “Que hiciste cuando estabas esperando?”  My heart monitor apparently sped up when Silvia came in to the recovery room.  I was apparently singing the Double Dutch Bus song and apparently wanted to dance despite the bloody gauze hanging from my mouth.  I apparently did these things although none were apparent to me.

I have John McCain cheeks.