I know someone who has had quite a few general anesthetics. They’ve taken to warning the nurses involved that they are a puncher. Several have not taken it seriously and ended up with some impressive bruises (including black eyes).
The last time I went under, I was talking to the nurses about the equipment in the room and stuff and the last thing I really remember is asking what drug they gave me, and when I learned it was fentanyl I was like “oh, this is fentanyl? It’s pretty nice. I can see why it’s a controlled substance, yeah.”
I’m entirely sure I continued to be annoying though, even if I don’t remember it. Mostly because they don’t tend to bother trying to get me to count, they just kept me chattering. Same thing when they wake me up. I tend to be… “helpful”… removing monitor pads and such and slurring my way through asking how it went, if I gave them any trouble, and when I come around a bit more, asking if they amputated the wrong limb (I’ve never had a limb removed).
Every time Ive been under it’s been like a nap for me. Like for my wisdom teeth it was like “oh yeah gotta take my earrings out” then when I woke up it was “oh gotta put my earrings in, why’s it so dark, oh open my eyes, right. How’d it go?”
You don’t really know who you are until those last five seconds before the anesthesia takes you down.
Or while waking up
I know someone who has had quite a few general anesthetics. They’ve taken to warning the nurses involved that they are a puncher. Several have not taken it seriously and ended up with some impressive bruises (including black eyes).
I thought that was always some combination of croaking out a desperate plea for water or bemoaning a splitting headache.
For me it’s usually insulting the hearing or aggressively vomiting depending on the anesthetic
The last time I went under, I was talking to the nurses about the equipment in the room and stuff and the last thing I really remember is asking what drug they gave me, and when I learned it was fentanyl I was like “oh, this is fentanyl? It’s pretty nice. I can see why it’s a controlled substance, yeah.”
I’m entirely sure I continued to be annoying though, even if I don’t remember it. Mostly because they don’t tend to bother trying to get me to count, they just kept me chattering. Same thing when they wake me up. I tend to be… “helpful”… removing monitor pads and such and slurring my way through asking how it went, if I gave them any trouble, and when I come around a bit more, asking if they amputated the wrong limb (I’ve never had a limb removed).
Every time Ive been under it’s been like a nap for me. Like for my wisdom teeth it was like “oh yeah gotta take my earrings out” then when I woke up it was “oh gotta put my earrings in, why’s it so dark, oh open my eyes, right. How’d it go?”
I assured everyone that I’m OK and that they don’t need to worry about me.