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Today* I learned that full anesthesia is not like falling asleep where you kind of fuzz into it, and there are dreams and a sense of time passing and then you kind of fuzz out of it. It's not like fainting (which I have done a couple of times), with a vague memory of what led up to it and then being plunged directly into weird dreams but at least again with a sense that time passed and a lot of fuzz when you start to come to. It is like blinking and you're in the recovery room. No sense of time passing. No fuzziness. Very possibly some amnesia. It was one of the strangest experiences I've ever had.

*Not today. About 3 weeks ago.
 
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Today* I learned that full anesthesia is not like falling asleep where you kind of fuzz into it, and there are dreams and a sense of time passing and then you kind of fuzz out of it. It's not like fainting (which I have done a couple of times), with a vague memory of what led up to it and then being plunged directly into weird dreams but at least again with a sense that time passed and a lot of fuzz when you start to come to. It is like blinking and you're in the recovery room. No lost time. No fuzziness. Very possibly some amnesia. It was one of the strangest experiences I've ever had.

*Not today. About 3 weeks ago.

The concept terrifies my son and mother, but I find it quite a nice way to do whatever needs to be done. I likely didnt want to be around/aware of it anyway!

I saw a Ted Talk years ago so maybe the science has advanced, but essentially the guy was saying its not really understood how it works to fully block consciousness, and a quick google seems to back that up. One of those weird ones!
 

Today* I learned that full anesthesia is not like falling asleep where you kind of fuzz into it, and there are dreams and a sense of time passing and then you kind of fuzz out of it. It's not like fainting (which I have done a couple of times), with a vague memory of what led up to it and then being plunged directly into weird dreams but at least again with a sense that time passed and a lot of fuzz when you start to come to. It is like blinking and you're in the recovery room. No lost time. No fuzziness. Very possibly some amnesia. It was one of the strangest experiences I've ever had.

*Not today. About 3 weeks ago.

General anesthesia is often as many as four different drugs in oparation: a hypnotic (to put you to sleep), a strong analgesic, a paralytic (to prevent motion while you're under surgery) and an amnesiac (to block any residual memories). I've had both general anesthesia and it baby brother twilight sleep several times, and yes, it can be kind of an odd experience (last time I had twilight sleep I thought I was still waiting for it to finish kicking in when the whole procdure was done and I was just laying in recovery. It was actually pretty comfy).
 

Today* I learned that full anesthesia is not like falling asleep where you kind of fuzz into it, and there are dreams and a sense of time passing and then you kind of fuzz out of it. It's not like fainting (which I have done a couple of times), with a vague memory of what led up to it and then being plunged directly into weird dreams but at least again with a sense that time passed and a lot of fuzz when you start to come to. It is like blinking and you're in the recovery room. No lost time. No fuzziness. Very possibly some amnesia. It was one of the strangest experiences I've ever had.

*Not today. About 3 weeks ago.
I have been fully under a couple times.

Recovering from the first time was like a series of Polaroids. I opened my eyes, saw my Mom standing over me in the recovery room, then blackness.

A little while later (without any sense of time passing), I opened my eyes, we were in the car, then blackness.

A little while later (without any sense of time passing), I opened my eyes, and we were parked in front of the house, then blackness.

A little while later (without any sense of time passing), I opened my eyes, and I was in the den recliner being stared at by our border collies, then blackness.

Then there was a rapid fire sequence of blackouts interrupted by the younger BC gently draping a soggy rope bone on an extremity, one at a time, until she woke me up completely by hitting me in the face with a wet end of the 5th bone.
 
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It's not like fainting (which I have done a couple of times), with a vague memory of what led up to it and then being plunged directly into weird dreams but at least again with a sense that time passed
I've fainted before but I didn't have weird dreams or a feeling of time passing. One moment I was standing up and the next thing I knew I was on the floor confused with no recollection of how I got there and a feeling like my brain was doing a hard reboot and like the world was only coming through in waves
 

an amnesiac (to block any residual memories).
This was the "wow" factor for me. They had not hooked anything up to the tube attached to my arm yet at my last memory. I had just scooted myself from the gurney to the operating table and we were adjusting how many pillows to hold up the thing my head was to rest on. I told them that last adjustment to the pillows was good. And then WHAM, sitting angled up in recovery, being told there was a cup of ice at hand if I wanted it.
It was actually pretty comfy
I remember feeling great when I came to; and excited when I realized that it was over and how my brain had just skipped the entire thing. My reaction time was a little slow for about two hours afterwards. But I knew where I was, what was going on, I was able to ask cogent questions like what time was it and how it went.
 


I have been fully under a couple times.

Recovering from the first time was like a series of Polaroids. I opened my eyes, saw my Mom standing over me in the recovery room, then blackness.

A little while later (without any sense of time passing), I opened my eyes, we were in the car, then blackness.

A little while later (without any sense of time passing), I opened my eyes, and we were parked in front of the house, then blackness.

A little while later (without any sense of time passing), I opened my eyes, and I was in the den recliner being stared at by our border collies, then blackness.

Then there was a rapid fire sequence of blackouts interrupted by the younger BC gently draping a soggy rope bone on an extremity, one at a time, until she woke me up completely by hitting me in the face with a wet end of the 5th bone.
I found that I really don't like the way that a propofol and ketamine cocktail, used as general anesthetic, breaks my inner monologue barrier. I had to have a leg infection operated on and that put me right out but, when I was coming out of it, there was a period of maybe a half hour (time sense was also screwed, so not really sure) in which whatever flowed through my mind just rolled out of my mouth. That's really not me.
 

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