Anesthesia FUN!

I have had to be put to sleep a few times. Every time-- someone comes away with a story to tell...and that is not always me. I remember small bits of the "coming-out" stage-- what fun....for all!

So here we go, put on your seat belts:

• I once had a severely broken nose. Happened just days before I was leaving for college. Dr says before he could fix it, I needed a few months for the swelling to go down. So that is what I did for Christmas break-- had a nose job. This is what I recall:  In the recovery room-- my mom (Hosp administrator over one of the departments-- so she had privy rights to be there) was there, I think my Nurse brother, and a whole slew of Hosp nurses etc. I am yelling at them-- I would have made a sailor proud-- but I didn't make my mom all that proud.... I said words she didn't think I knew, and in no particular order. I was telling people where to go and how to get there... for shame! for me and my mom.
• Several years later-- (2 years ago) I needed to have my thyroid (NG=Nasty Gland) removed before it took over my entire body. As I came to my senses, I was crying, with the Dr/Surgeon at my bedside...I was telling him how great I feel (BS--I just came out of surgery-- who feels good naked on a table when you were just opened up like a can opener?) and howI owe my health to him but I really wanted to see the love of my life, my husband...and on and on and on... I hope these people have short memories.
• Then I had to have my wrist operated on -- ganglion cyst, carpel tunnel (left over from the NG effects-- weird but true) They did this with some local/Valium/verset/amnesia type anesthetic. But I must have thought they put me completely out because when I came to, I was having a full on serious conversation with some guy about how I had cans of money buried in the back yard. He was asking the questions and I was answering. BTW-- there is no need to come excavate my back yard-- I have no $ buried anywhere....I promise.
• I had a miscarriage almost exactly one year ago. Ended with a D & C. I remember getting the verset, feeling drowsy/loopy, but I was holding out hope that he would find out that my baby really was alive and I wouldn't have to go through with this....Then as they are getting the gas mask on-- I told them to wait that I wanted to talk to the DR -- who was in the room also. I told him that before he took my baby, I wanted him to double check and make sure there really was no heart beat-- he agreed and I went to sleep. When I woke up-- or I thought I was a wake, I was convinced that my baby was still alive and still growing beautifully inside of me.-- It was not to be. I remember the nurses being so gentle with me, trying to convince me of the sad but true reality. That was probably very hard for them ... imagine trying to convince a lady that her baby is gone.

There you go...stay tuned for more "Fun with Anesthesia" coming soon to a blog near you!