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I don’t remember much from last time, except taking benzo before falling asleep in my hospital room. They woke me up before surgery asking some shit, and I was just watching them put the needle on my arm and didn’t really care, despite being terrified by needles usually lol
When I was preparing for surgery for the first time, my mom told me “they’ll tell you to count down from ten and usually, by the time you get to nine, you’ll be asleep.”
Once I had a surgery in the genital area. I guess they didn’t put me fully out; I don’t remember whether that was by design, but I remember that my penis was very definitely exposed and I had the thought “I should definitely be embarrassed about this.”
I did eventually fall asleep. When I woke up, I recognized the nurse attending me. I said something like “I remember you! When I first saw you, I thought ‘what a pretty nurse.’”
I was young at the time, somewhere in my teenage years, and it certainly wouldn’t have been appropriate for her to respond or for me to say in any other situation … but I hope I made her feel good about herself.
They had me count down when I had my plate put in. I forget how far I got, but only because that was in the '90s.
They asked me “how are you feeling? Sleepy?”
“Yeah, I’m ok but … Whoops there I go”
And I was out.
anesthetically pleasing, no?
I got down to 3, then woke up in the recovery room. I was quite belligerent to the nurse because why did they not do the operation? They got me in here, naked in a gown, got everyone together, gave me some anaesthetic then just moved me to another room? What was the fucking point? Would I have to come back again to get it done because I dont have any holiday days from work. Fucks sake fucking pointless man.
Then I looked down and saw all the blood and bandages and “oh right yeah. Sorry. Thanks.”
If that were me, I would take comfort in the fact that they probably laughed at me for it.
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Abstract art so good, you derealize and lose time.
they asked me a few times what my weight was, i guess they were surprised i was still babbling.
#gingerthingsI got in a motorcycle accident in another country and had to use translate as no one spoke English to get surgery and as they put me under i just hear ‘bye bye’
If I heard that I would be terrified if I wasn’t , you know, immediately asleep.
They counted for me, it went like this:
- Nurse: 10
- Nurse: 9
- Nurse: 8
- me feeling extremely off and thinking that something is wrong
- Me: Something…
- …
- me waking up in the recovery room.
I will never sleep again!
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Before my appendix surgery, I remember pointing at one of the monitors and asking “Have you got Eurosport on one of those?”. I don’t remember getting any answer.
Eh, more of a typo than anything.
That said, I had an Indian anesthesiologist ask “what do you think the last thing you remember will be before I knock you out?” “Probably you asking that quest-”
Nailed it.
When I got surgery, they had me count backwards from ten, and I counted down ten, nine, eight, seven, six, and somewhere in the time between seven and six, they did the surgery, and the room changed.
That shit is wild.
I tried to stay awake once during the anesthesia to see how long I could remain conscious after they gave me the gas. For the first time I could actively remember being on the OR table and feeling myself drifting off instead of there just being a mysterious gap in my memory that can only be explained by the anesthesiologist pulling a Mr. Sandman on me.
