Johnny Mnemonic is an excellent short story that was made into a not so excellent movie and while it's not exactly a popular culture reference (since probably most of the culture never saw the movie) there is a scene that is an excellent depiction of what I experience in the liminal state while I'm waiting for the meds to get on board.
This snippet of summary sort of describes the scene I'm talking about:
Johnny is a data trafficker who has an implant that allows him to securely store data too sensitive for regular computer networks. His brain can carry nearly 80 gigabytes worth of data, or 160 gigabytes if he uses a doubler. Johnny uses this implant to act as a courier between contracting parties. On one delivery run, he accepts a package that not only exceeds the implant's safety limits (and will thus kill him if the data isn't removed in time), but also proves to contain information far more important and valuable than he had ever imagined.
Emphasis mine.
And for those with strong constitutions, this is the actual scene. Ignore the bad dubbing...in fact, turn the sound down...and watch Johnny's expression as the overload of data is forced into his brain.
That teeth gritting, hand clenching, every muscle tensed sensation...that's how I feel inside my brain while waiting for the meds to kick in.
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