I have been home today with my RAH because he had his first ever colonoscopy and needed me to drive him home afterwards. After the procedure was over, the nurse took me back to his bed. He was just coming to. He told the nurse that he wanted "more profanol. I don't see why I can't have more. Michael Jackson had his own doctor who gave to him. Why can't I have that?" The nurse and I just laughed.
Three hours later, I asked him if he remembered saying any of that. He just cracked up because he apparently wasn't really awake. Goes to show that they are never really cured.