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One experience I had with an anesthesiologist was pretty much them putting the mask on me, a moment or so passes and I ask "wait, aren't you gonna ask me to count down from 10 or something?" and the guy was like "...what? oh, right, uh, sure... countdown from 10 or whatever." "10-- zzzzzzzzzzzz"
I loved this. I’ve had surgery recently (2023) and as a kid—I’m always shocked at how quickly they knock you out.
More like “this is just a little oxygen” and then you’re asleep.
Many anesthetics actually have an amnesiac effect as well. If you've ever been under general anesthesia then you likely had a minute or two of talking with the anesthesiologist that you will never remember and that last "this is just oxygen" moment is not actually the last moment you were conscious.
"Ok, this is just a bit of oxygen. Hey, what's your bank account number?" Mwa ha ha ha! You'll remember NOTHING!!!
The jokes on you! I don't know what my bank account number is and I can barely remember my phone number!
My bank account number is 10...9....8.....7.......6.....5............4
Not transmissible in this comic: The feeling of the anaesthetic creeping up your arm from the injection site.
Been there, done that.
And whatever they gave me wasn't like this comic. I felt it creep up my neck towards my brain and then it was immediately lights out. Pretty sure I took the opportunity to say "goodbye" right before that. Might have been "goodnight".
The waking up was very much a struggle though, so if there'd been a sadistic anaesthetist on the ward, that second going to sleep might have been more like panels two and four.
When I woke up from having my wisdom teeth out, I had crazy and terrifying hallucinations all the way home. While we were parked waiting for something, I saw someone run up, press their face against my window, and scream my name while slamming their fists on the window. I closed my eyes and curled up into a ball, and I was instantly in some sort of cave system underground that was rapidly collapsing and burying me alive. I don't remember much else but my mom said I was freaking out the whole way home.
I'm terrified of anesthesia now and I have yet to find any explanation for what happened to me.
That’s unusual, if you need anesthesia again you should definitely tell them about your previous experience. They might be able to switch drugs or use a lighter dose that still gives you amnesia about the operation without having a bunch of terrifying side effects.
When I got my tonsils removed, in my early 30's, it was trough a drip (?) in my arm. It came in 3 waves as they upped the dosage. First one was 'oh this is calm and pleasant'. Second one was 'so drowsy i can barely speak'. Third one i barely felt coming before lights went out.