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I 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.
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.
I remember being put under for dental surgery and the doc says, as he slips the headphones on my ears, “we like to play music for our patients as the anesthesia kicks in, what do you think of the Dave Matthew’s Band?”. I had just enough time to say “Ah I don’t really care for the Da-” before I was out like a light and woke up in a recovery room to that damn pan flute CD from the 90’s.
Crash?
I don’t understand why you replied with the word crash. Is that a reference to something? A movie or one of their songs?
It’s the name of their 2nd album.
is the album, but tbh I was thinking of the song from the album, “Crash Into Me”…
That’s all I’m really familiar with, not my cuppa…
Hahaha, well played sir, well played
dmb caused Chicago’s 9/11 by dumping a busload of shit and piss onto a tour boat full of people
So glad my surgery a while ago was music free, this should be standard.
I’m not a huge fan of them either, but there are far more terrible things to wake up to.
anesthetically pleasing, no?
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 was kinda disappointed that I apparently wasn’t weird coming out of anesthesia when i got my wisdom teeth out. I just went under, they did their work, they finished up, they let me wake up, they sent me on my way.
Oh you’re lucky. My first surgery was wisdom teeth and I learned that I start throwing punches going under and coming back. I fully warn everyone now and try to fall asleep before they put me under if I can.
I am unnervingly compliant as a patient. It freaks out dentists a bit lol
I used to have a cat who would roll over on his back and purr while vets he’d never met stuck thermometers up his ass.
I think you two would’ve gotten along.
I could genuinely take a nap during a dental cleaning if i tried.
The grindy things are like white noise but more tinittus-y 😜
I’m also boring. I’ve been put under 5 times now, and nothing fun happened with any of them. I fought off the grogginess and “helped” remove the sensor pads and stuff… that’s about it. I always wake up too aware of my discomfort.
Going under is enjoyable though. Having that cocktail kick in and fighting it off as long as possible to enjoy the free drugs. The staff prepping me has always found amusement that I ask tons of groggy questions about the machinery in the room.
I’m jealous. I said “you people always mumble” and my wife had to apologetically explain to the black nurse that I meant hearing people. I couldn’t focus my eyes enough to see the skin color of the nurse. And that’s the better of my two stories. When I got my wisdom teeth out it was supposed to be outpatient, but I woke up mid procedure, and after being put back down I came to and spent the next few hours emptying my stomach every time it managed to get some acid back into it.
Same lol. I don’t remember being knocked out. Afterwards they were like “don’t drink through a straw” and my dumbass went to McDonald’s and downed a whole coke through a straw.
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
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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.
Mine said “Are you feeling anything yet?”
I said “I don’t think so… The lights are a bit fuzzy bu-…” and I was suddenly waking up in the recovery room.
Super quick.
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.
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.
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.
They asked me “how are you feeling? Sleepy?”
“Yeah, I’m ok but … Whoops there I go”
And I was out.
