LOL I've done something like that before.
Several months back I ended up driving to Nashville for a donation procedure at Vandy. I was told at the time I likely shouldn't even drive myself to the prelim appointments in Chattanooga, for the shots to prepare for it, which I shrugged off and did anyway.
Well, I was told I most definitely should have my husband drive me home from Vandy after the procedure. I nodded and smiled, knowing of course that he doesn't have a driver's license and couldn't drive my car anyway...it's a tiny car and he's so tall he literally can't fit behind the wheel.
Day of the procedure came, np, got it done and drove myself home lol. To be honest I felt pretty much fine...the shots caused a bit of body pain but I'd gotten worse from sparring in karate class many times, and a needle hole in your arm is a needle hole in your arm, be it for a standard blood donation or this...of course it's a little tender but nothing that requires any special care or worry!
The nurses had a cow when they found out at my one week followup, lol.
It wasn't the pain that gave me the problems driving back from the ER... I'd been living with the pain for a few weeks. It was only after I lost the feeling in my right foot, couldn't move my toes, began tripping and losing strength in my right leg that my aunt and coworkers convinced me to go to the doctor. When I called my Dr to make an appointment, they told me I needed to go to the ER. So I did.
No, the problem with driving back wasn't anything like that. It was the shot of demerol they gave me... I think that it was the equivalent to having a blood alcohol level of "Holy Mackeral!" It probably wasn't a good idea to drive while whacked out on demerol, but the good thing about demerol is that you really don't care, or remember most things! lol
Mark