Asklemmy

Life just stops. It's like there was a portion deleted from your living record. No thoughts. No dreams. No fuzzy memories at the edge of thought that you can't quite recall. None of that stuff you get even when blackout drunk. One moment you're alive, counting or talking to the nurse, then suddenly you're back and someone's removed a piece of your body and apparently a piece of your timeline.

Yes, a few times. Each time I went from feeling awake and alert to suddenly being somewhere else and feeling groggy and hungry. Nothing strange otherwise.

To me it felt like THE BEST dreamless nap.

The profound nothingness is almost hard to believe. I’m not talking an empty sleep—I mean it feels like someone cut a segment out of the film strip of your life.

The first time I was fully knocked out like that was for tooth surgery, and I thought the doctor was messing with me when he said they were done already—from my perspective I had barely closed my eyes for a moment. Sure enough, there was gauze in my mouth and the sun was setting outside. It had been over 90 minutes, and I didn’t even feel like I’d slept.

Twice, for my wisdom teeth and my colonoscopy. The first time I didn't feel anything and I was out as soon as he put the drug in the IV. I blinked and woke up in the waiting room afterwards. I was groggy and my cheeks were packed with gauze, but I was fine after that

For the colonoscopy I felt the slight chill in my veins, and it felt like I was giving into a very deep sleep that I really wanted. However I was exhausted from shitting my brains out the night before so I definitely did want to sleep lmao.

When I woke up I felt a little high and super well rested, it was great, like I had just smoked a small bowl. One thing they don't tell you about colonoscopies until the day of is that they put air up there as the camera goes up so they can see inside more clearly, and you "expel" all that air when you wake up.

The nurse told me the procedure was finished as I came to and as I lay there high and half asleep, I RIP HUGE ASS. I'm holding in laughter like a little kid because fart jokes are still funny especially when I'm high lmao.

I get into the car and my gf has a sandwich waiting for me. I hadn't eaten solid food in about 24 hours and I was still kind of high. Best fucking sandwich of my life.

It isn't like anything. One moment you are counting down, the very next moment you are waking up. Time does not pass for you. It's one instant (counting down) to the next (waking up.) It's very strange. Like you skipped through time. Like you magically moved forward in time instantaneously. You will never have memories from when you are under.

They told me they were starting to put me to sleep (can’t remember the exact words), and I must have gone under before they finished the sentence. Next thing I remember is waking up in the recovery ward, feeling completely at peace. The most peaceful I have ever felt in my life. I fell asleep again and woke up later in the same ward.

I've had one surgery in my teens. I was immediately knocked out, unconscious, no dreams that I can recall. When I woke up I was so groggy I couldn't even really move for a while, everything just felt heavy. I would just kind of look around with my eyes and then close them to try to get more sleep.

Nothing. You breathe twice, then blackout. You wake up in a bedroom, feels like an unpleasant and quite huge hangover. Then, as the anesthesia fades away, you might feel the pain coming progressively (depending on what you have).

I was a kid when I last had it. Really uneventful. "Count backwards from 10" and you're out by 6.

My wife had it a few months ago to fix a deviated septum. Her native language is Turkish. When she came to she was only speaking English. The doctors couldn't understand her "but she seems fine." I told her she was speaking Chinese just to fuck with her a bit. "Oh no! We need to get a dictionary!" It was really strange.. She understood Turkish perfectly fine but was completely unable to speak it.

Other than some funny after effects, it was mostly a non-issue for her as well. She was fine after a couple hours.

Yes, just last month. It was my first time. It wasn't a long procedure, took like 40 minutes ish. Anyway, I didn't feel anything. I just remember them telling me that they're gonna try to put me to sleep and that I should try to relax. Next I knew, I was waking up in recovery. I didn't even have any idea that I was in recovery already until I noticed that the surgical room was different.

It felt just like sleep, I didn't even have any dizziness afterwards. When done properly, that's how it should be.

what’s it like coming back.

Waking up and asking the same questions over and over. "It's over?" "We're done?" "It already happened?"

Arm feels cold as it goes in, the feeling spreads, taste of copper in the mouth... wake up in recovery. Pretty straightforward.

I remember thinking it's taking surprisingly long for the gas over my mouth and nose to do anything. A pretty surgical assistant was staring at my eyes and talking to me calmly, saying I was doing great. And I was doing great. Then the next moment I was suddenly startled awake again as completely different people were shouting and holding my arms, trying to bring me back to consciousness as I was flailing around in confusion. Apparently the surgery went well.

Went in for emergency surgery as a kid. I vividly remember the last few seconds, someone turned on the radio with heavy metal and the surgeon said "let's do this."

When I got my wisdom teeth pulled I was put in general anesthesia. Funnily enough, like everyone probably, I tried staying awake. Doc told me to count down from 10, I was very determined to get it done, just closed my eyes for a bit but I managed to pull it off. Only thing is, that I was out between 6 and 5, and counted half the numbers in the wake up room. It's literally like a time warp. Super interesting imo.

8 weeks ago, June 26. I remember getting ready, they put an IV in. I don’t remember anything after that until I woke up. When I woke up I was shivering, but I wasn’t actually cold. They immediately gave me some cookies and water and 2 Oxycodone pills and I got dressed and my mother-in-law took me to her place where I was staying the night.

Best sleep I've ever had in my life.

I've been under general once, and it was like losing time. The surgeon started counting backwards from 100, my eyes crossed, then a nurse was offering me a sandwich in the recovery ward.

I was once in an operating room repairing a printer while there was a surgery going on. A nurse hustled me out when the patient started moving and groaning like he was in pain. An anaesthetist told me later that despite the movement and noise, he never woke up.

I've had several surgeries. Two types of anaesthetic.

First was when I was 4 years old, in the 1980s. Was a gaseous anaesthetic, through a gas mask.

It was a kind of quasi-consciousness, not that I remember having trains of thought or self-actualization, but I remember there being a feeling of the passage of time. I remember seeing colors. No pain during the procedure.

Second type of anaesthetic was for my second and third surgeries (aged 13 and 17), a normal liquid, IV-administered anaesthetic. This one was just a complete knock out blank for me. No cognizance of anything. I was just out in one moment during the backward from 10 countdown, and aware again in the recovery room, in what felt like 3 to 5 seconds later (it was, of course, a couple of hours later).

This second type of anaesthetic had the interesting post-surgery side effect of continuing to knock me out (with no time passage perceived) for hours after the surgery. I would, in my perception, blink, and my visitors would suddenly warp across the room because my eyes hadn't been shut for .1 second like it felt to me, but actually a couple of hours per occurrence, of dreamless, non-time-passing "sleep". Not an experience I'd had before, or since. The last surgery (17) was a bit less disconcerting in regards to this, because I knew in advance about the effect from the previous surgery (13) .

I remember them wheeling my bed from the staging room to go to the operating room, then waking up in recovery. No memory of ever being in the O.R. at all.

You pass out, and then you wake up with no memory of anything that happened in the meantime.

That is, unless they messed up the dosage and allowed you to regain consciousness. It happened to me once as a kid, I had to have a tooth removed but I was so scared that they had to put me under, but I woke up briefly during the operation and I remember the surgeon giving me nitrous oxide (I think that's what it was, because it had this sweet smell and taste) with a mask and telling my mom (who was in the operating room), "let's turn this down a little bit so we don't pass out too". Then I passed out again and woke up in the recovery unit.

Loss of time. Scary, because apparently I was lucid for the ride home, talked with my friend who picked me up, but I remember NONE of it. Also, constipation.

I actually have a story. I was very young and was under for 10 hours. It was terrible, I felt every moment, I was trapped in a video game, Link's Adventure. Just repeating over and over. This isn't a joke, the experience was so traumatizing I won't go through surgery again. This was over three decades ago. I don't know what went wrong, why I experienced the passage of time. I thought I had literally gone to Hell, it was torture.

I remember them probing my arm for veins, then the surgery was over. Nothing in between, not even blackness.

I had general anesthesia, some kind of pretty strong opioid. "10... 9... 8...", then the room felt like it was spinning very briefly before everything went black. Only thing I remember about coming out of it was a sore throat due to intubation.

You know when you nod off/nap jerk? Imagine that except you're groggier. You've probably also said some silly shit while you were under. My wife was a short stay nurse and people are essentially sloppy drunk before regaining consciousness

Worst case scenario story: my dad was put under for a detached retina. He "woke" up halfway through the procedure but couldn't move or speak. The anesthesiologist realized something was up when his heart rate spiked. Needless to say my dad was pretty shook because they literally had needles in his eye at that moment

Counting down from 99 ... 98 ... 97 ... Wake up after surgery.

Yes, when my wisdom teeth were pulled. They said, "count backwards from 10." I said, "10, 9, 8, 7," and then they were transferring me from a wheelchair to my mom's car. It was like no time passed between those two moments.

Whatever they did to string me out for a tumour removal didn't work. I remember screaming a lot, hearing, "oh shit, put her under," then waking up to my well-meaning but idiot bf who had brought me a coffee.

Not the best day I've ever had.

Once. Quite recently. Uh, nothing weird happened really.

While I was being administered, I could feel my eyesight drift upwards and I got clear memory of everything, including asking the doctor if they weren't going to ask me to do a countdown or to talk about a certain topic like my favorite show as I drift. I can recreate the entire conversation up to the moment I knew I was about to lose conscience and just let my head lean a bit for comfort.

However, once I woke up again, I had a full conversation with my wife and I remember exactly 50% of it. I did not slur words nor say anything weird. I moved myself from the stretcher to the bed on my own apparently, but no memory. I was basically fully in control of my own agency... except for the fact I was extremely prone to falling asleep on the spot, and my brain was basically refusing to retain most of it. I even had to pee to a container and apparently managed to do it without causing a mess despite falling asleep on it, and then waking up to hand over the container. Anything you asked, I could easily reply, and I was clearly listening to requests, but if you ask me to tell what was spoken and in what order, I'll fail you even tho I can recognize the event.

One thing I do not remember is the two nurses in the post-op room calling my name to check if I was good or any of the stretcher movement stuff. They did ask me what to call out beforehand, and said there was a procedure for checking on you before sending you to back to the overnight patient room, but that was the last I've seen them. Probably.

So, basically, that's it. Large blackout, then groggy with memory loss. Then normal.

My biggest fear is that you are aware of everything and can feel the pain when under, but forget it all - men in black style - to leave a relatively ok experience if not a little sick feeling.

Twice, and they were completely different experiences.

First was gas at the dentists for taking 3 teeth out as my mouth was overcrowded. I was kind of asleep, I could hear people's voices in a really trippy flanged way, and I could vaguely feel some tugging at my jaw (but no pain). The gas tasted awful.

The second was for an operation at hospital after an accident (requiring 6.5 hours of microsurgery). It was like jumping forwards 7 hours in time, literally counting the seconds after the anaesthetic went in at night, then immediately waking up in broad daylight. It is completely unlike deep sleep (where you still are aware that time has passed).

It's like you close your eyes, and then 5 seconds later you open them and hours have passed. Nothing too weird happened, although I was a kid and so excited I remember them having to tell me to calm down and go to "sleep".

I don't think they knocked me out enough last time. I woke up from a 4.5hr surgery well rested and even dreamed. I scared the nurse right next to my recovery bed because they had just wheeled me in and didn't expect me to be awake yet. I asked for my glasses and noticed everyone in the big level 1 recovery room was still sleeping. So I cracked some jokes. I then asked her how long the surgery has been because it felt like a while (was supposed to be 3hrs). She got a little freaked out and called the doctor who explained the surgery went a little longer due to some precision needed. I remember every moment from when I woke up to when they put me in the level 2 recovery room and was being walked to the car like 5mins later. I was a little bummed because I asked my husband to record me saying anything silly and he had nothing to work with except me thanking every single nurse I saw.