Over the course of my 57 years I've had numerous surgeries and as a result, I've been given a number of different types of anesthetics and pain meds. The most wicked, IMHO was the Fentanyl I was on at the Cleveland Clinic in the ICU after open heart surgery. I saw Jesus. Twice. He just stared at me and never flinched. I told the staff what I was seeing in real time and that I knew it was crazy but that he was right there. I stopped clicking on the pain dispenser for a day or so and caught shit for it so I self dispensed again but he was long gone. Going in for another heart procedure on Monday and I'll report back if I see anyone else this time. I'm going to at least ask for the lotto numbers if he feels like chatting.