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Life just stops. It's like there was a portion deleted from your living record. No thoughts. No dreams. No fuzzy memories at the edge of thought that you can't quite recall. None of that stuff you get even when blackout drunk. One moment you're alive, counting or talking to the nurse, then suddenly you're back and someone's removed a piece of your body and apparently a piece of your timeline.

Yes, a few times. Each time I went from feeling awake and alert to suddenly being somewhere else and feeling groggy and hungry. Nothing strange otherwise.

Instantaneous time warp. One moment, I'm relaxing on the table before the procedure. Next moment, I'm being told the procedure's done.

It's like a human SIGSTOP, for all you programmers out there.

Nothing. You breathe twice, then blackout. You wake up in a bedroom, feels like an unpleasant and quite huge hangover. Then, as the anesthesia fades away, you might feel the pain coming progressively (depending on what you have).

The profound nothingness is almost hard to believe. I’m not talking an empty sleep—I mean it feels like someone cut a segment out of the film strip of your life.

The first time I was fully knocked out like that was for tooth surgery, and I thought the doctor was messing with me when he said they were done already—from my perspective I had barely closed my eyes for a moment. Sure enough, there was gauze in my mouth and the sun was setting outside. It had been over 90 minutes, and I didn’t even feel like I’d slept.

I was a kid when I last had it. Really uneventful. "Count backwards from 10" and you're out by 6.

My wife had it a few months ago to fix a deviated septum. Her native language is Turkish. When she came to she was only speaking English. The doctors couldn't understand her "but she seems fine." I told her she was speaking Chinese just to fuck with her a bit. "Oh no! We need to get a dictionary!" It was really strange.. She understood Turkish perfectly fine but was completely unable to speak it.

Other than some funny after effects, it was mostly a non-issue for her as well. She was fine after a couple hours.

Counting down from 99 ... 98 ... 97 ... Wake up after surgery.

They told me they were starting to put me to sleep (can’t remember the exact words), and I must have gone under before they finished the sentence. Next thing I remember is waking up in the recovery ward, feeling completely at peace. The most peaceful I have ever felt in my life. I fell asleep again and woke up later in the same ward.

Arm feels cold as it goes in, the feeling spreads, taste of copper in the mouth... wake up in recovery. Pretty straightforward.

You pass out, and then you wake up with no memory of anything that happened in the meantime.

That is, unless they messed up the dosage and allowed you to regain consciousness. It happened to me once as a kid, I had to have a tooth removed but I was so scared that they had to put me under, but I woke up briefly during the operation and I remember the surgeon giving me nitrous oxide (I think that's what it was, because it had this sweet smell and taste) with a mask and telling my mom (who was in the operating room), "let's turn this down a little bit so we don't pass out too". Then I passed out again and woke up in the recovery unit.

I've had one surgery in my teens. I was immediately knocked out, unconscious, no dreams that I can recall. When I woke up I was so groggy I couldn't even really move for a while, everything just felt heavy. I would just kind of look around with my eyes and then close them to try to get more sleep.

Yes, just last month. It was my first time. It wasn't a long procedure, took like 40 minutes ish. Anyway, I didn't feel anything. I just remember them telling me that they're gonna try to put me to sleep and that I should try to relax. Next I knew, I was waking up in recovery. I didn't even have any idea that I was in recovery already unless I noticed that the surgical room was different.

It felt just like sleep, I didn't even have any dizziness afterwards. When done properly, that's how it should be.

I actually have a story. I was very young and was under for 10 hours. It was terrible, I felt every moment, I was trapped in a video game, Link's Adventure. Just repeating over and over. This isn't a joke, the experience was so traumatizing I won't go through surgery again. This was over three decades ago. I don't know what went wrong, why I experienced the passage of time. I thought I had literally gone to Hell, it was torture.

When I got my wisdom teeth pulled I was put in general anesthesia. Funnily enough, like everyone probably, I tried staying awake. Doc told me to count down from 10, I was very determined to get it done, just closed my eyes for a bit but I managed to pull it off. Only thing is, that I was out between 6 and 5, and counted half the numbers in the wake up room. It's literally like a time warp. Super interesting imo.

Once. Quite recently. Uh, nothing weird happened really.

While I was being administered, I could feel my eyesight drift upwards and I got clear memory of everything, including asking the doctor if they weren't going to ask me to do a countdown or to talk about a certain topic like my favorite show as I drift. I can recreate the entire conversation up to the moment I knew I was about to lose conscience and just let my head lean a bit for comfort.

However, once I woke up again, I had a full conversation with my wife and I remember exactly 50% of it. I did not slur words nor say anything weird. I moved myself from the stretcher to the bed on my own apparently, but no memory. I was basically fully in control of my own agency... except for the fact I was extremely prone to falling asleep on the spot, and my brain was basically refusing to retain most of it. I even had to pee to a container and apparently managed to do it without causing a mess despite falling asleep on it, and then waking up to hand over the container. Anything you asked, I could easily reply, and I was clearly listening to requests, but if you ask me to tell what was spoken and in what order, I'll fail you even tho I can recognize the event.

One thing I do not remember is the two nurses in the post-op room calling my name to check if I was good or any of the stretcher movement stuff. They did ask me what to call out beforehand, and said there was a procedure for checking on you before sending you to back to the overnight patient room, but that was the last I've seen them. Probably.

So, basically, that's it. Large blackout, then groggy with memory loss. Then normal.

Yes, when my wisdom teeth were pulled. They said, "count backwards from 10." I said, "10, 9, 8, 7," and then they were transferring me from a wheelchair to my mom's car. It was like no time passed between those two moments.

I had general anesthesia, some kind of pretty strong opioid. "10... 9... 8...", then the room felt like it was spinning very briefly before everything went black. Only thing I remember about coming out of it was a sore throat due to intubation.

Was under for a facture correction. Specifically asked to not be given drugs that would cause amnesia.

I was out for 2 to 3 hours. I dreamed. Woke up ready and willing to jump out of my bed; took me a fraction of a second to understand I was still at the hospital.

The weirdest thing I can mention is being extremely aware of all my senses, except for pain, which was what woke me. I was aware how many people were in the room by the sound of shuffling feet, the smell of disinfectant and sweat from the nurses nearly made me gag, the air in the room was too cold and the temperature under the sheets and blankets to warm. That part of me that had been cut felt hot and aching but the feeling of pain was distant; I was aware it hurt but it was not important. I just felt this need to run when I first opened my eyes.

Not a very good feeling.

I remember thinking it's taking surprisingly long for the gas over my mouth and nose to do anything. A pretty surgical assistant was staring at my eyes and talking to me calmly, saying I was doing great. And I was doing great. Then the next moment I was suddenly startled awake again as completely different people were shouting and holding my arms, trying to bring me back to consciousness as I was flailing around in confusion. Apparently the surgery went well.

I broke my top jaw and needed surgery to put my front teeth back into place. I woke up in the middle of that one. I could see them operating in the little round mirror on the doctor’s forehead he used to direct light.

I was definitely still mostly drugged because it didn’t concern me at all and I felt nothing. The nurse and doctor, however, seemed concerned. Their eyes got HUGE. They said something to each other and I was out again. I remember that very vividly.

Loss of time. Scary, because apparently I was lucid for the ride home, talked with my friend who picked me up, but I remember NONE of it. Also, constipation.

I had a larger surgical procedure done when I was 7. They gave me the calming pre meds maybe half an hour before the operation to make sure that I wouldn't freak out with the IV. I remember clearly how strange it felt when the pre meds started to kick in, the whole world slowed down and everything felt "good".

Then they wheeled me into the OR and took my robe off. The operating table was cold and I commented on it, the anesthesia doctor just laughed and said "don't worry, in a minute it won't be". Then she put the IV in and asked me to count down from twenty. "Nine" was the last word I managed to stutter before I went under.

Then I woke up in the recovery room, about 9 hours later. It felt like I had slept a really long, dreamless sleep. The operation had gone as planned, but the recovery period in the hospital was still pretty painful.

It wasn’t general, but I lost the memory. Sort of. Signed up for a study involving donating my wisdom teeth. Got them pulled for free in return. They described how they were gonna give me an “amnesiac drug” which would help me forget the whole disturbing experience, or maybe even forget the pain I don’t know.

I sat down in a dentist’s chair. A lady in scrubs came in and said “Do you like drugs?”

“Yes”

“Then you’re gonna love this. Start counting backward from 100 for me.”

So I started counting down and then I came to walking down the hallway pushing an IV thing. I was walking toward the waiting room after the procedure.

What’s strange is the memory of them taking my teeth out isn’t gone, it’s just squished down to like 5 seconds. The entire thing, like a move in ultra fast forward. My head whipping back and forth as pliers grip and there are crunching sounds. But it’s all ultra fast.

There's always a risk when getting anesthesia, but I've had it a few times for minor procedures and it's been "fall asleep, things happen, wake up groggy, back to normal after a while" for me.

It was almost scarily smooth for me. I laid down on the operating table, they started prepping me up and I was out before I realized it. When I woke up minutes after the end of my short surgery I had clear memories of the moments before. There was no period of time where I felt confused or realized I was passing out or waking up. I went from being conscious, to unconscious, to wide awake pretty darn fast. The only numbness I had came from the painkillers. Or at least it's how it felt to me. Modern anesthetics are amazing.

I don't think they knocked me out enough last time. I woke up from a 4.5hr surgery well rested and even dreamed. I scared the nurse right next to my recovery bed because they had just wheeled me in and didn't expect me to be awake yet. I asked for my glasses and noticed everyone in the big level 1 recovery room was still sleeping. So I cracked some jokes. I then asked her how long the surgery has been because it felt like a while (was supposed to be 3hrs). She got a little freaked out and called the doctor who explained the surgery went a little longer due to some precision needed. I remember every moment from when I woke up to when they put me in the level 2 recovery room and was being walked to the car like 5mins later. I was a little bummed because I asked my husband to record me saying anything silly and he had nothing to work with except me thanking every single nurse I saw.

I don't remember a damn thing. One moment there was a mask over my face and I was being asked to count backwards from ten (I think I got to about 8?), the next I woke up very bleary with a sore throat.

For a long time I thought I woke in a large room with three rows of cots. It wasn't until some years afterwards that I realised I never saw the room I awoke in.

I didn't feel high at any point, but then I have ADHD and even being shot full of morphine by a paramedic (the previous week) didn't get me high. I wuz robbed.

It's like you close your eyes, and then 5 seconds later you open them and hours have passed. Nothing too weird happened, although I was a kid and so excited I remember them having to tell me to calm down and go to "sleep".

Quite often! Like everyone else has mentioned, one moment you're in the OR, and then the next moment they're waking you up and making sure you're alright.

A lot of times they don't even seem to ask me to count backwards anymore, I remember one time I asked if they wanted me to and they said "Nope, we've already started the meds so you should be asleep in a few seconds", I remember getting very sleepy and saying something along the lines of "Oh, well that explains a lot" and then I was waking back up. There was a time where they did have me count backwards, and when I got to 80 they were quite confused - apparently my IV had an issue so I wasn't actually getting the meds (they generally use propofol and a local anesthetic over here, the local one first since propofol can have a burning sensation). They fixed it quickly, had me restart the count, and I don't even think I made it to 95 before being out.

I have never had any negative side effects from it thankfully, but I have noticed that the longer the procedure is, the more tired you feel after you come out of it. It's common for me to fall back asleep after a 7 hour procedure, but for one that is an hour or less once they wake me up I'm generally awake for the rest of the day.

Had a kidney taken out. Once in the OR they gave me the stuff and I was out like a light. Woke up in post-OP feeling like I got hit by a bus, just groggy and sore from having a Mr. Handy digging around in my belly for a bean. But I healed up and am doing well.

If you’ve ever done any time traveling before the fixed the hangover issues it feels like that.

Nothingness for general anaesthesia. Sedation for dental work was awesome: IV midazolam. Off to sleep just like GA but woke up at some point, super happy and relaxed. Waking up was like a long sleep. I loved it so much I asked if I could come in again for that without the operation. Turns out, no, that's not a thing. Shame.

8 weeks ago, June 26. I remember getting ready, they put an IV in. I don’t remember anything after that until I woke up. When I woke up I was shivering, but I wasn’t actually cold. They immediately gave me some cookies and water and 2 Oxycodone pills and I got dressed and my mother-in-law took me to her place where I was staying the night.

It varies depending on the drugs used, I've been under multiple times now, the big one being for an open heart bypass.

That one I saw nothing, felt nothing, but coming out of it I remember them pulling out the breathing tube and putting me on a bi-pap machine. I had to beg to be taken off of it because it was stopping me from exhaling. I could breathe in fine, but the back pressure wouldn't let me breathe out.

Then the drugs, it was a combination of a bunch of things, propofol (the stuff that killed Michael Jackson), fentanyl (the stuff that killed Prince). Oxy, the works.

I was having weird hallucinations. If I closed my eyes, I could see a perfectly painted brick wall about a foot in front of my face. I could see the detail on the bricks and the mortar, the texture of the paint. Bonus - every time they put me in a different room, the wall would change color.

I’ve been under a few times but the most memorable (in one sense) was when I had some minor surgery as a kid. From my point of view, it was like teleportation: I was in the operating room, I blinked, and I was suddenly on a bed in a completely different room. No sense of the passage of time.

Yes, several times. Surprisingly: my shortest surgery (10 min to remove a device) resulted in about 10 days of serious depression. A shrink says this happens about 10 percent of the time. I wish I'd known this in advance, I'd have opted out. I will be more cautious in the future.

I actually just had strabismus surgery this past Thursday. I was definitely nervous before going into the operating room, but I've been under before for a tonsillectomy. As I was wheeled on my gurney into the OR, they gave me a "half dose" of something to calm me down, but I didn't really feel much.

Getting in, it was all about the prepping going on around me. Doctors, nurses, residents, etc. all doing their thing. I had these compression-type wraps put on my legs that would squeeze every so often to prevent blood clotting. IV was on the top of my left arm (so much tape and adhesive I now have a few bald spots from arm hair being ripped - I'm a guy if that helps). I had white circles placed on the front of my chest and top of my shoulders which I believe tracked my pulse and such (also took hair when removed).

Everyone was nice, but there was definitely an efficiency and routine to the whole setup. My type of surgery is done regularly in that part of the hospital, so it's nothing new for them.

When it came time to go under, I was given the "other half" of the sedating drug (not sure on the name) and an air mask was held over my face. I was told to keep breathing in deeply. I did it for like 2-3 minutes before a doctor told the guy holding my mask to "increase it, you're a bit low". Maybe that was nitrous? As they were doing that, my arms were being strapped down and I joked if I needed a safe word since this is my first time using straps. They said sure, pick one. Before I could say "pineapples" I was waking up in the post-op area.

Everything was very bright and I was definitely groggy, so I just closed my eyes and let myself come back to reality. The right eye was covered in bandages and a head wrap with sutures just dangling from the inside corner of my eye - that was super weird and caught on the bandage frequently. Eventually I could use my left eye without squinting too much. I was given ice chips and tissues to clear my mouth out from the gunk buildup. Movement was pretty limited with the IV still there and not being able to move my eyes much.

It took about 2 hours before my mom was let in (she was the +1), then another 30 minutes or so for the surgeon to come in to wash my right eye of blood and adjust the sutures. That was a 3x process which wasn't painful, but really uncomfortable. I'd look at a light, they'd measure the eye movement between left and right, then lay me back and tighten the suture. Rinse and repeat until the doc was confident. Another 1.5 hours or so and I was able to leave.

Not sure if it's normal but I'd say I was coherent and ready to wear normal clothes by the 1.5 hour mark after surgery. By the end, I could move, change clothes, talk, everything, but hospital policy was to wheel me out. If you want to know about recovery after, I'd be happy to share - I'm on day 4 now.

Twice, and they were completely different experiences.

First was gas at the dentists for taking 3 teeth out as my mouth was overcrowded. I was kind of asleep, I could hear people's voices in a really trippy flanged way, and I could vaguely feel some tugging at my jaw (but no pain). The gas tasted awful.

The second was for an operation at hospital after an accident (requiring 6.5 hours of microsurgery). It was like jumping forwards 7 hours in time, literally counting the seconds after the anaesthetic went in at night, then immediately waking up in broad daylight. It is completely unlike deep sleep (where you still are aware that time has passed).

I don't remember.