You know that episode of Friends when Ben Stiller goes completely nuts about random stuff but only in the presence of Chandler, not the others. I was like that.
I had a midwife and student midwife in the room all night (24 hour labour before EMCS) and they just kept talking, but talking about really inane crap. Once the epidural took effect I was trying to sleep, but they kept talking to each other about shopping, food etc.
I had my eyes closed and heard the door close and assumed they had both left the room and launched into a tirade to DH "Oh FFS, the yippety, yappety pieces of yippity crap, oh I'm so clever, I'm a midwife, Oh I cn shop too, look at me, f-ing stupid people, why can't they both shut up and go to hell and let me sleep" (with a few more expletives thrown in). DH just made a nervous laugh, so I said "and you can shut up too, be a fing man and tell the yappity women to shut the f**k up, you useless waste of space". (in my defence I'd been awake for about 50 hours by this point and was exhausted). I opened my eyes and the student midwife had been there all along, which explained the nervous laugh from DH (too embarassed by her presence to agree with me, too nervous of my wrath to keep quiet).
and then a few hours later, when I ran out of gas and air and accused the midwife of taking it to "Give it back, I bet you've taken it to sell on the streets, you sadistic cow"
My final piece de resistance was when I was having the drain removed from my c-section and the midwife kindly gave me more gas and air. I halucinated that Miss, Piggy, Fozzy bear and Kermit were removing it and I said "Back off Miss Piggy, this is important medical business and you're getting in the way"
I'm actually ashamed to write those because I sound like a right fishwife! Will it make you any more sympathetic if I tell you that when I had DS 4 years later, I was the epitomy of decorum throughout?