I honestly just felt like a sleept 3days in a row, Reality was like 5~8 hours
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When I was little I had to get stitches in my ear so they had to put me under while they stitched the top of my ear back in place, all I remember is sitting down on the medical bed then all of a sudden it was done and we were leaving.
I fear anesthesia too much because I have those “redheads need a higher dose of anesthesia” genes even though I myself am not a “true” redhead.
U thrown up, a lot.
When I was in the recovery room and still under the effect of the anesthesia I was, lets say "fresh" with one of the nurses.
A couple of times. This last time, I swore that I was conscious during the procedure and tried explaining it to the doctor when I woke up. I told him that I was sort of dreaming, and my brain was converting pain/pressure into stuff happening in the dream.
They didn't seem to believe me, and honestly I don't think I do either. I was really out of it when I woke up.
I recently had that one medical procedure that no one likes to talk about. They had to put the IV in the webbing between my right ring finger and pinkie, because I was so dehydrated that they couldn't hit a vein anywhere else. That was by far the worst part.
Once they were set up, they wheeled me into the OR, I chatted with a nurse for a minute or two, thought about commenting on the music, and then I woke up in my original hospital room with my girlfriend. It only took me a couple minutes and a cup of water to feel normal again. My girlfriend was very disappointed.
Then, we just got discharged, and I walked out, no problem. I actually went to get labs done that I needed for a different doctor. About an hour after I woke up, I felt a bit shaky, but that was it. It's was the least intrusive thing ever. It felt like I just skipped part of the day and then continued as normal
I was kind of disappointed they didn't make me count backwards like you see on TV. Just one minute I was laying on a table with a squishy pad under me, the next I was groggily waking up with an oxygen canula up my nose.
My experience fainting was much more interesting. Woke up in the early morning with my leg hurting. I had a roommate who heard me moving around and said that I probably had a charly horse. Her recommendation was to stand up and slowly press down on my leg until it released. I did. Then I slowly became aware that the light in the room had changed. Then that I was very cold. And then that I was laying down. Apparently I straight up passed out for ten minutes from the pain. Fortunately I didn't hit my head on the way down but my roommate was very concerned and immediately gave me a glass of water because according to her, she'd only ever seen someone faint from heat exhaustion and they needed water.
A few times during my childhood. The thing I hated the most was the lingering smell of the gaseous anesthetic. In subsequent surgical procedures, I requested an ivy approach to the delivery of the anesthetic.
i cant remember i was like 2
I remember laying down in a very cold operating room where I had very thin clothing. I asked one of the doctors that I don’t feel anything, she said “we haven’t put you under anesthesia yet” next thing I remember is waking up after the surgery.
I think anesthesia also messes with your memory, because I’m pretty sure that I was still awake after asking the doctor but have no recollection of what happened.
The surgery was for a ruptured ACL in my knee.