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-"

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.

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’

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."

I've been knocked out twice and dislike how the time is just gone. Not like sleep where when I wake up I know time went somewhere, the time just. Didn't exist.

First time memory was funny at least, second time was pretty normal. "It'll hurt because the needle had to be in your hand."

"Ow fuck that hurt"

Then I'm talking about Animal Crossing to a nurse that understood nothing.

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.

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.

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.

anesthetically pleasing, no?

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.

I 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.

The doctors lied to me.

In the "holding area" they said they were going to prep me for going to sleep with some other drug, then put me to sleep in the operating room. I was excited to see an operating room for the first time in real life but as they rolled my bed down the hallway I saw a bubble in my IV tube and I wanted to ask if that was normal. I struggled to speak but found it impossible, got worried I wouldn't be able to point out the bubble, and then woke up in the waiting area... Mad I never got to see the operating room and glad the bubble didn't kill me.

Edit: then again with the way the US is going, I could be dead and in hell

They asked me what my favourite cocktails were. I was midway talking about gin and tonic varietals (shiraz gin is sublime) and blacked out. I have no idea what I revealed afterwards and it still haunts me to this day

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.

They asked me "how are you feeling? Sleepy?"

"Yeah, I'm ok but ... Whoops there I go"

And I was out.

they asked me a few times what my weight was, i guess they were surprised i was still babbling.
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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.

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.

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 had my surgery I asked if they were going to have me countdown (I didn't realize 10 was the standard so I said "from 100".) My anasthesiologist looked at me really funny. "Do you WANT to?" and I was like "Yes" because that was what my expectations were, damnit. So she shrugged, and said, "Okay start counting then." "99, 98, 97, 9-" and out. Glad she humored me, it was clear she thought it was kind of stupid lol.

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