I started to come round after the operation. I was in the recovery room and feeling rather groggy.
I noticed the patient opposite was staring at me. His gaze seemed horrified and I suddenly realised he looked exactly like me.
A nurse approached him followed by a lady. It was my wife.
“Mr Smith. Here’s your wife to see you.”
He gaped and blinked. “That’s not my wife. And my name’s Jenkins.”
I began musing on the weird effects of anaesthetics when a hand touched me lightly on the shoulder. It was another nurse.
“How are you feeling Mr Jenkins?”
Author’s Note: I’ve recently had an operation and was determined to get some writing ideas out of the experience. As far as I know I haven’t switched bodies with one of the other patients.