Nothing interesting, just at first I watched a dream where doctors flew and ceiling tiles in dots. After a while, I open ONE eye, see-still spinning and spinning, I think I'll still sleep. And so on every 5 minutes, until I decided to open both eyes)
My operation lasted 2 and a half hours – I was put on a titanium structure for the entire length of my spine. When I woke up, the first thing I felt was a terrible pain in my lower back (then I thought it was a dinosaur coming out of its back, I was convinced of this)�
I had a day in intensive care ahead of me, and yes, it was hard. Every time you close your eyes, you see pictures, you don't even need to fall asleep for this – it was as if you had the brightest endless incomprehensible film on the back of your eyelids. It was a difficult night, but I only remembered the best. When the nurse brought me cocoa and buckwheat in the morning, I cried, because this buckwheat seemed the most beautiful in the world, and this girl the most beautiful on this planet, which I confessed to her out loud. I don't know if she was taking it seriously, but those words were sincere!�
(p.s. My roommate was kicking the doctors around and shouting something about the flood as she was being taken to the intensive care unit. She still does not believe all the witnesses of what is happening and thinks that she is being deceived)
In fact, there is nothing pleasant or funny about this process. I came to myself lying on the bed, for some reason I really wanted fresh orange juice, but I couldn't drink any juice or fruit drinks, because my throat was very sore after the intubation tube. Later, my mother told me that I asked her several times if I was brought in on a bed or stretcher, which made her very happy, but I don't remember it at all. I had a headache all day and all night, I hardly slept for two days, although usually after anesthesia, on the contrary, they pass out. The bed felt terribly uncomfortable, my legs ached from the compression stockings, there was a feeling that some substance was still flowing through my veins, and there was anesthesia in my lungs. For several more weeks, I kept thinking about how I didn't wake up or died during the operation. Now, too, sometimes this thought flashes, but in the first day it constantly haunted me and scared me, it was unpleasant.
In general, this is a negative experience for me, despite the attentive nurses and a comfortable ward. There is nothing good about anesthesia, so don't get sick and choose a local one if possible!
After the operation, I was shaking and shaking. There was a tube in my mouth, drainage, and drool just coming out of my throat. I was alternately hot and cold. Through this confused state, I heard a grandmother say that they were taking the drunk again.
In fact, it is not always funny and after anesthesia, everyone has completely different feelings.�
I was 15 and I had a heart operation, it lasted about 5-6 hours and the anesthesia was quite serious. When I woke up, I didn't understand anything and had a terrible panic because I couldn't remember who I was. In the intensive care unit, people were constantly walking and children were crying, I was lying quietly, but in my heart I understood how they all infuriate me. I always looked at my watch and it felt like it wasn't moving and time had stopped. I tried to raise my hands, but it was impossible, because it seemed that they were covered with concrete blocks. It was still very painful because the anesthesia was coming off, but I couldn't ask for painkillers because I had a tube in my mouth to breathe. After a while, they took it out and gave me some sweet water from the syringe, which I thought was funny at the time.�
The doctors told me I was rabid because I had a very strong pulse. They took me to the ward and I was completely awake. But it was nice when they came to me and periodically injected me with painkillers.
It's funny, but I recovered from the anesthesia quite normally, I was stuck in the TV and that's all.. But during the anesthesia itself, I definitely remembered that I saw static, like in a TV screen, a gray background.. but the main thing is that at that moment I realized the meaning of life! Realized it! I clearly understood everything, thought, reflected, I felt enlightened, I clearly decided that as soon as I woke up, I would immediately, immediately write a book, because there was really something to write and reflect on! But then, of course, I forgot everything, all that was left was the desire to write it all down, but this is a mystery to me now..
Rather uninteresting. I got the total twice. The first time, when I was still a child, after the operation, I had a slow reaction, I spoke in a drawl, everything swam around me. It lasted for two hours, I understood everything, I didn't remember the operation, from falling asleep to waking up, it was as if I blinked an eye. Hoba!- and already in the ward you lie, barely moving your tongue.
The second time in adulthood. There was almost no Otkhodnyak. I felt sleepy, as if I'd woken up at the wrong time. In both cases, there was severe dry mouth. Not thirst, but dryness.
That was the worst memory of all. When I woke up (no, I wasn't awake yet) I started screaming so hard that I couldn't hear anything but myself. I must have woken up tied up, so I tried to escape by untying the bandages, but they tied me up again, and I untied them again, shouting for them to let me go, begging for help, but all to no avail. This went on for an hour, and then I just couldn't speak, I lost my voice. I was very thirsty, but even one teaspoon of water made me feel sick.
Well, my story is not as fascinating as many of the above.
In my short life, I managed to be under the influence of general anesthesia three times. I don't really remember two of them – I was too young. All I remember is that everything was spinning and I was shouting something.�
However, the third case was the coolest. I had a pretty bad panaritium on my arm. We decided to cut it. I still don't understand why it means general. So, the operation is done, I come to my senses and my first words: “Mom, why do I have ice cream instead of fingers, where did they put my fingers?!”and I'm trying to go somewhere.�
As it turned out, I took an ordinary bandage for ice cream))) With me uhahatyvalos all department))
For the first time, I was put to sleep without the use of narcotic substances. Otkhodnyak was loud. I just screamed. My mother was with me, and she told me that the whole ward was worried about me, because even the battered doctors and nurses had never heard such screams before. At the same time, I answered all the questions quite clearly, although I don't remember it. They asked me if I was in pain. “No, it doesn't hurt.” To the question ” why are you shouting?” I didn't give an answer. Physically, otkhodnyak was not felt.
But the next anesthesia made me suffer. It was an operation to remove wisdom teeth, which had to be drilled right out of the gum in which they lay. I don't remember what they were injecting me with, but it was definitely adrenaline and some other narcotic substance. The first day after the anesthesia was wonderful: I didn't have any pain, my appetite was present, and even my mouth opened to the full, as if I hadn't had both cheeks slashed open. But at night I learned what withdrawal is. The effect of the drug was over and everything was not as rosy as before. The whole body ached and ached, it was not possible to lie down comfortably, because the gums that had been torn open were quite painful, you could only lie on your back, the wounds were bleeding, which caused a bloody lake to form in your mouth every now and then. The next 3 weeks were excruciating in principle, but the first day and this pain all over your body, as if you were sleeping on a concrete floor without a pillow, were generally amazing. That's when I realized why addicts are so addicted and can't stop.
In general, nothing pleasant otkhodnyaki do not promise.
As my surgery teacher used to say: “There is no concept of 'general anesthesia'! Anesthesia involves putting a person to sleep. Anything that isn't common is anesthesia!” A little offtopic, sorry…
Very boring, I tore ligaments in my leg at the age of 11
The operation lasted more than an hour, I woke up in the corridor when they took me out of the operating room, I can't move or talk, but I understand everything
When they brought me to the ward, everyone started joking at me, making fun (children's hospital) they thought that I would start raving like everyone else, and you can joke, but I was fully conscious, I remember everything from the moment I woke up, which is strange
I also remember a surgeon in a white coat with a black skull on his chest, he was a funny guy, and then they put me to sleep)
I woke up in bed, saw my father, and had a heartfelt conversation with him. It turned out that during the anesthesia, I wobbled my hands in different directions and generally tried. After about twenty minutes, I came out of anesthesia completely, after which I deservedly rested.
I had an eye operation when I was 8 years old, but I still remember these terrible feelings. I woke up with a blindfold over my eyes. Not only that after anesthesia you do not understand where you are and what you are so I still did not see anything))) the sensations are disgusting. I was wildly sick, any movement was given with difficulty, even at the slightest attempt to stand up, my head suddenly began to ache as if it was being drilled. The first day I just lay there, and my mother gave me water from a spoon. In general, the condition can be compared to sooooooo strong drug intoxication, and this is when you don't get high, but when you think you're going to die right now.
After the operation, they brought me to the ward, I crawled onto the bed and immediately fell asleep. I woke up from an incredible thirst (as it usually happens after anesthesia), but I couldn't drink, I was forbidden. On the next bed was a kid I'd asked for a bottle of water so I could at least rinse my mouth out. Sitting up in delirium, not realizing the surrounding situation, I rinsed my mouth with water and the only normal place where I could spit out water was the guy who was standing next to me and holding a bottle of water. I let the fountain out into it, and then, without a twinge of conscience, I fell asleep sweetly.
The first answer=) I was probably about 14 years old. Vision reached -3 and gradually fell even more, and timely surgery was scheduled for the eyes.�
I went through the anesthesia very well, the doctors said that most of them leave it for a very long time and there were cases when patients threw up. But another incident happened to me when I woke up, my head was cracking terribly, my eyes were bandaged with something very tight. I didn't see anything. And, of course, the first question I asked into the void was: Where am I?
I was surprised at my voice, it sounded rather exhausted, but the stupid answer to this question surprised me even more, a woman's voice said: Zhenya, you're HERE.
I replayed this answer several times in my head, and it wasn't until 10 minutes later that I realized who I was, where I was, and what was going on. I realized that HERE is in the ward.
That was 8 years ago, and I still remember how thirsty I was back then! I've never needed water as much as I did back then, my entire throat, mouth and lips were completely dry! The most terrible thing at that time was that you could only drink a tablespoon per hour. I also felt sleepy, as if someone had woken you up in the middle of the night. The next day I already felt better, because they allowed me to drink more water and there was no such dryness, well, it was so invigorating with:
Oooh, once again I would like to fall into this state!
I was 15 years old at the time, and the worst thing I remember is trying to open my eyes, but it feels like I'm riding in a bed between the rows of corpses in the morgue. I can only see their numbered feet. I was later told that I shouted something like ” bad, bad doctors! remove the doctors! bad!”, well, and in the meantime sent on a ” walking erotic journey(with).
Then I kept asking what time it was, for some reason I was extremely worried about it, but I almost didn't feel my body and barely moved my lips. It seemed that there was no language at all. And a mouthful of drool. I was looking at the nurse with one eye and trying to say, ” Spit it out, I need to spit it out.” It was lucky that she understood and put the cloth to her mouth. And then she cried. A lot and for a long time. And for no reason. I still had swollen eyes for three or four days. They said they looked like dumplings. And in general, they practically did not open.
Nothing interesting, just at first I watched a dream where doctors flew and ceiling tiles in dots. After a while, I open ONE eye, see-still spinning and spinning, I think I'll still sleep. And so on every 5 minutes, until I decided to open both eyes)
My operation lasted 2 and a half hours – I was put on a titanium structure for the entire length of my spine. When I woke up, the first thing I felt was a terrible pain in my lower back (then I thought it was a dinosaur coming out of its back, I was convinced of this)�
I had a day in intensive care ahead of me, and yes, it was hard. Every time you close your eyes, you see pictures, you don't even need to fall asleep for this – it was as if you had the brightest endless incomprehensible film on the back of your eyelids. It was a difficult night, but I only remembered the best. When the nurse brought me cocoa and buckwheat in the morning, I cried, because this buckwheat seemed the most beautiful in the world, and this girl the most beautiful on this planet, which I confessed to her out loud. I don't know if she was taking it seriously, but those words were sincere!�
(p.s. My roommate was kicking the doctors around and shouting something about the flood as she was being taken to the intensive care unit. She still does not believe all the witnesses of what is happening and thinks that she is being deceived)
In fact, there is nothing pleasant or funny about this process. I came to myself lying on the bed, for some reason I really wanted fresh orange juice, but I couldn't drink any juice or fruit drinks, because my throat was very sore after the intubation tube. Later, my mother told me that I asked her several times if I was brought in on a bed or stretcher, which made her very happy, but I don't remember it at all. I had a headache all day and all night, I hardly slept for two days, although usually after anesthesia, on the contrary, they pass out. The bed felt terribly uncomfortable, my legs ached from the compression stockings, there was a feeling that some substance was still flowing through my veins, and there was anesthesia in my lungs. For several more weeks, I kept thinking about how I didn't wake up or died during the operation. Now, too, sometimes this thought flashes, but in the first day it constantly haunted me and scared me, it was unpleasant.
In general, this is a negative experience for me, despite the attentive nurses and a comfortable ward. There is nothing good about anesthesia, so don't get sick and choose a local one if possible!
After the operation, I was shaking and shaking. There was a tube in my mouth, drainage, and drool just coming out of my throat. I was alternately hot and cold. Through this confused state, I heard a grandmother say that they were taking the drunk again.
How did you recover from general anesthesia?
Very important topic!.. And here they write only about their own experience in recent years, or is the older one also interesting?
In fact, it is not always funny and after anesthesia, everyone has completely different feelings.�
I was 15 and I had a heart operation, it lasted about 5-6 hours and the anesthesia was quite serious. When I woke up, I didn't understand anything and had a terrible panic because I couldn't remember who I was. In the intensive care unit, people were constantly walking and children were crying, I was lying quietly, but in my heart I understood how they all infuriate me. I always looked at my watch and it felt like it wasn't moving and time had stopped. I tried to raise my hands, but it was impossible, because it seemed that they were covered with concrete blocks. It was still very painful because the anesthesia was coming off, but I couldn't ask for painkillers because I had a tube in my mouth to breathe. After a while, they took it out and gave me some sweet water from the syringe, which I thought was funny at the time.�
The doctors told me I was rabid because I had a very strong pulse. They took me to the ward and I was completely awake. But it was nice when they came to me and periodically injected me with painkillers.
It's funny, but I recovered from the anesthesia quite normally, I was stuck in the TV and that's all.. But during the anesthesia itself, I definitely remembered that I saw static, like in a TV screen, a gray background.. but the main thing is that at that moment I realized the meaning of life! Realized it! I clearly understood everything, thought, reflected, I felt enlightened, I clearly decided that as soon as I woke up, I would immediately, immediately write a book, because there was really something to write and reflect on! But then, of course, I forgot everything, all that was left was the desire to write it all down, but this is a mystery to me now..
Rather uninteresting. I got the total twice. The first time, when I was still a child, after the operation, I had a slow reaction, I spoke in a drawl, everything swam around me. It lasted for two hours, I understood everything, I didn't remember the operation, from falling asleep to waking up, it was as if I blinked an eye. Hoba!- and already in the ward you lie, barely moving your tongue.
The second time in adulthood. There was almost no Otkhodnyak. I felt sleepy, as if I'd woken up at the wrong time. In both cases, there was severe dry mouth. Not thirst, but dryness.
That was the worst memory of all. When I woke up (no, I wasn't awake yet) I started screaming so hard that I couldn't hear anything but myself. I must have woken up tied up, so I tried to escape by untying the bandages, but they tied me up again, and I untied them again, shouting for them to let me go, begging for help, but all to no avail. This went on for an hour, and then I just couldn't speak, I lost my voice. I was very thirsty, but even one teaspoon of water made me feel sick.
Well, my story is not as fascinating as many of the above.
In my short life, I managed to be under the influence of general anesthesia three times. I don't really remember two of them – I was too young. All I remember is that everything was spinning and I was shouting something.�
However, the third case was the coolest. I had a pretty bad panaritium on my arm. We decided to cut it. I still don't understand why it means general. So, the operation is done, I come to my senses and my first words: “Mom, why do I have ice cream instead of fingers, where did they put my fingers?!”and I'm trying to go somewhere.�
As it turned out, I took an ordinary bandage for ice cream))) With me uhahatyvalos all department))
For the first time, I was put to sleep without the use of narcotic substances. Otkhodnyak was loud. I just screamed. My mother was with me, and she told me that the whole ward was worried about me, because even the battered doctors and nurses had never heard such screams before. At the same time, I answered all the questions quite clearly, although I don't remember it. They asked me if I was in pain. “No, it doesn't hurt.” To the question ” why are you shouting?” I didn't give an answer. Physically, otkhodnyak was not felt.
But the next anesthesia made me suffer. It was an operation to remove wisdom teeth, which had to be drilled right out of the gum in which they lay. I don't remember what they were injecting me with, but it was definitely adrenaline and some other narcotic substance. The first day after the anesthesia was wonderful: I didn't have any pain, my appetite was present, and even my mouth opened to the full, as if I hadn't had both cheeks slashed open. But at night I learned what withdrawal is. The effect of the drug was over and everything was not as rosy as before. The whole body ached and ached, it was not possible to lie down comfortably, because the gums that had been torn open were quite painful, you could only lie on your back, the wounds were bleeding, which caused a bloody lake to form in your mouth every now and then. The next 3 weeks were excruciating in principle, but the first day and this pain all over your body, as if you were sleeping on a concrete floor without a pillow, were generally amazing. That's when I realized why addicts are so addicted and can't stop.
In general, nothing pleasant otkhodnyaki do not promise.
As my surgery teacher used to say: “There is no concept of 'general anesthesia'! Anesthesia involves putting a person to sleep. Anything that isn't common is anesthesia!” A little offtopic, sorry…
Very boring, I tore ligaments in my leg at the age of 11
The operation lasted more than an hour, I woke up in the corridor when they took me out of the operating room, I can't move or talk, but I understand everything
When they brought me to the ward, everyone started joking at me, making fun (children's hospital) they thought that I would start raving like everyone else, and you can joke, but I was fully conscious, I remember everything from the moment I woke up, which is strange
I also remember a surgeon in a white coat with a black skull on his chest, he was a funny guy, and then they put me to sleep)
I woke up in bed, saw my father, and had a heartfelt conversation with him. It turned out that during the anesthesia, I wobbled my hands in different directions and generally tried. After about twenty minutes, I came out of anesthesia completely, after which I deservedly rested.
I had an eye operation when I was 8 years old, but I still remember these terrible feelings. I woke up with a blindfold over my eyes. Not only that after anesthesia you do not understand where you are and what you are so I still did not see anything))) the sensations are disgusting. I was wildly sick, any movement was given with difficulty, even at the slightest attempt to stand up, my head suddenly began to ache as if it was being drilled. The first day I just lay there, and my mother gave me water from a spoon. In general, the condition can be compared to sooooooo strong drug intoxication, and this is when you don't get high, but when you think you're going to die right now.
My story is a little shorter�
After the operation, they brought me to the ward, I crawled onto the bed and immediately fell asleep. I woke up from an incredible thirst (as it usually happens after anesthesia), but I couldn't drink, I was forbidden. On the next bed was a kid I'd asked for a bottle of water so I could at least rinse my mouth out. Sitting up in delirium, not realizing the surrounding situation, I rinsed my mouth with water and the only normal place where I could spit out water was the guy who was standing next to me and holding a bottle of water. I let the fountain out into it, and then, without a twinge of conscience, I fell asleep sweetly.
The first answer=) I was probably about 14 years old. Vision reached -3 and gradually fell even more, and timely surgery was scheduled for the eyes.�
I went through the anesthesia very well, the doctors said that most of them leave it for a very long time and there were cases when patients threw up. But another incident happened to me when I woke up, my head was cracking terribly, my eyes were bandaged with something very tight. I didn't see anything. And, of course, the first question I asked into the void was: Where am I?
I was surprised at my voice, it sounded rather exhausted, but the stupid answer to this question surprised me even more, a woman's voice said: Zhenya, you're HERE.
I replayed this answer several times in my head, and it wasn't until 10 minutes later that I realized who I was, where I was, and what was going on. I realized that HERE is in the ward.
That was 8 years ago, and I still remember how thirsty I was back then! I've never needed water as much as I did back then, my entire throat, mouth and lips were completely dry! The most terrible thing at that time was that you could only drink a tablespoon per hour. I also felt sleepy, as if someone had woken you up in the middle of the night. The next day I already felt better, because they allowed me to drink more water and there was no such dryness, well, it was so invigorating with:
Oooh, once again I would like to fall into this state!
I was 15 years old at the time, and the worst thing I remember is trying to open my eyes, but it feels like I'm riding in a bed between the rows of corpses in the morgue. I can only see their numbered feet. I was later told that I shouted something like ” bad, bad doctors! remove the doctors! bad!”, well, and in the meantime sent on a ” walking erotic journey(with).
Then I kept asking what time it was, for some reason I was extremely worried about it, but I almost didn't feel my body and barely moved my lips. It seemed that there was no language at all. And a mouthful of drool. I was looking at the nurse with one eye and trying to say, ” Spit it out, I need to spit it out.” It was lucky that she understood and put the cloth to her mouth. And then she cried. A lot and for a long time. And for no reason. I still had swollen eyes for three or four days. They said they looked like dumplings. And in general, they practically did not open.