So...has anyone of you furs been under surgical anaesthesia before? You know, the sort in which you totally black out.
Well, I was admitted to surgery two years ago for appendicitis, and I do remember what the feeling was like in terms of blacking out.
Imagine you are editing a movie clip. You highlight and remove a 30 minute segment from the middle of the movie clip. In a sense, it almost seems as though the 30 minutes that you have experienced was basically constricted down into a near-zero digit of nanoduration.
Just thought I'd like to share this out.
Well, I got knocked out fully when I was having my wisdom teeth pulled.
I remember the doctor putting a line into my hand, which was just a pinch at first and then nothing...and the meds slowly travelling up my arm like ice.
After that, I remember lying there and nothing much happening. The doctor picked up a bunch of tools and walked over to me. I sat up and said "Wait a minute...it isn't working yet!"
A second later I was sitting on the skytrain drooling blood everywhere and freaking out an old woman across from me. It was two hours later.
I had had my surgery, got up and left, and I had even been prescribed, and purchased pain meds with my credit card during that time, but I didn't remember even a bit of it.
So I'd fullly agree with your analogy of a movie clip skipping.
For me it was falling asleep then waking.. nothing too crazy. Been under twice.
I was knocked out in 8th grade to have my tonsils removed. They put the mask on and I was out in 3 seconds. I woke up however many hours later and was woozy, so I fell back asleep for a while. I haven't been under any other times... but I will be soon since I will be having a tubal ligation soon. When I go in for my consult next week, I think I will be given the option of an epidural or general anesthesia. Since the last time I had an epidural and it did NOTHING, I will be opting for general.
I had a wisdom tooth pulled from the lower left jaw two years ago as well. Though mine was administered orally right into my gums.
I've to say, injective anaesthesia sorta cured my fear of needles in a partial sense.
Considering the number of times I've been under full anaesthetic, I'm actually really interested in hearing what other people have to say about their experiences.
I mostly remember the prick in my arm or a mask on my face, counting backwards from 10, and then at about 6 I start waking up in recovery trying to figure out how I got there.
Thanks for sparking my memory up a bit Carthage. I remember that I've been under anaesthesia twice. Once when I was in Grade 1, in which my memory is overly hazy on, and the afore mentioned time.
I just had one recently over a bone correction on my left leg was put down on anaesthestic.. It wasnt that bad my boyfriend was with me.
First preparing for sergury, making some nurses laugh and was wheeled into my operation room; I saw a metallic table with a bunch of sergical knives and instruments awaiting eagerly to tear my leg apart.
I remember talking to the doctor for a bit and then suddenly waking up in a totally different room, with different people and a sore leg that was brutally swallen and stapled shut. Now I have to try and walk all over again with crutches, physiotherapy and probably get a wheelchair so I can enjoy going out for a random stroll outside, like I normally enjoy to do. LOL.
I was not complaining since I was given some morphine and oxycontin to help.
I heard stories that some people begin to astral project and leave there body in a soul form and watch the sergury procceed on.. I kinda wish I could of experienced that myself.
Anyways, yeah... my leg looked pretty sexy and delicious being all cryptic and mauled, so I had to take a picture of it.
Got to get the staples pulled out soon. In a sick twisted way I am going to miss having the staples in my leg because it looks like some cryptic fashion I would enjoy wearing around and just be a part of me.
When I was eight and getting my tonsils removed. One minute I was talking to the nurse, and then I woke up being wheeled somewhere and I was screaming my head off. Then another blackout and then I was in my room again.
When I was younger, I had three nurses holding my arm down while a doctor stuck this huge needle into the back of my hand. Can't remember much of the following. Had my tonsils removed. Woke up to ICE CREAM!
I've been under at least half a dozen times, starting when I was just six years old - they put me out for a spinal tap. I always, always, ALWAYS wake up halfway through. It's rifuckingdiculous.
The first time it happened, I woke up with a NEEDLE JAMMED IN MY SPINE. Do you know how terrifying that is for a six year old kid almost dying in a hospital? 3: Aaanyway, I apparently kicked up a ruckus, they shot me with more anaesthesia, and I went out again like a light.
I then had a minor procedure on my back requiring me to be out and restrained, and I wouldn't let them cuff me down until I was out, and I had to be unrestrained BEFORE I woke up. Those of you who know me well know just how terrified I am of having my wrists or ankles pinned (think severe anxiety attacks, including fainting if I'm not released fast enough), so waking up halfway through that, feeling myself strapped down, and having someone poking around inside me was awful. Cue screaming terror once again.
I also woke up halfway through the oral surgeon sawing through my jaw to get my wisdom teeth out. Yes, sawing through my jaw. It smelled awful. I started laughing (wtf?) so they stopped and hit me with some more anaesthesia. Apparently I kept making noises after I was out so they kept stopping because they thought I was waking up again.
Oh, and i was put out once in the psych ward, woke up like ten minutes later. I guess they just didn't need me out very long. I was then locked and restrained in my room, so they had to put me out yet AGAIN. Like I said, restraints. My roommate hated me while I was there. Dunno if this counts, but it's anaesthesia, right? I was also mildly out of it the entire time I was there - they gave me adavan and seroquel, in addition to celexa, which I still take.
Wow, this post makes me sound like a drama queen. I promise, I'm usually pretty stubborn when it comes to pain - I just can't handle needles, operations, or restraints, to the point that I broke my hand and never went to the hospital for it.
Last time I was anesthetized was when I had my shoulder last worked on. It was relatively quick, painless aside from the initial IV stick (It was a fairly long procedure, so they maintained an IV), and I woke up that night after a morning procedure, feeling like the air was made of warm cotton and I was weightless. Effectively high out of my tree on the stuff. Two hours later, the misery hit when the pain started to return, and the morphine shots administered into my thigh were not fun over the next several days. The anesthetic itself was not problematic. Being effectively restrained from the waist up so I didn't damage the surgeon's work, however, that sucked.