Thursday, September 18, 2008
An Anesthesia Observation
In most of my OR visits, one of the anesthesiologists tells me he is giving me the 1st part of my margarita cocktail which relaxes me. They all usually tell you when they are giving you something.
Then they tell you when they are about to give you that final push and you will be out. Well... I am always hoping I'm out and not breezily talking about life's secrets or commenting on something in the present that would mortify me if I knew.... but I digress.
This last time I was going into the OR I had planned to imagine the ocean instead of fighting the anesthesia, which I always do because I make a game out of how long I can stay awake. But then some medical staff said that isn't a good idea because you can wake up combative or with tachycardia.
Anyway, I didn't get warned when the final push of drugs were coming and so I didn't get to envision my ocean. The next thing I knew was that I was in post op. That is so weird... that time lapse. I think I like it better when they tell me that is it... because I then have a defined time which allows for a momentary mental preparation. Just going instantly out feels like something was taken from me. Weird..I know, but it does. Like I guess..I want to choose my last thoughts.