To tell the truth, I have no idea what the last thing I said before surgery was. My doc gave me a sedative before taking me in to the OR and it had already knocked me for a loop. I remember bits and pieces of the 15 or 20 minutes or so before surgery, but not the conversations.
I do have to share this, though. Shortly after my surgery, my boyfriend was sitting in my room with me, and I woke up. I said, "how did I get in this bed?!" and snatched the heart rate monitor off of my finger, and tried to get up. Of course, alarms went off when my heart rate monitor stopped registering a heartbeat.
A nurse and one of the doctors came running, and I greeted them in the doorway with, "what happened to my alien?"
The doctor, not missing a beat replied, "Oh, he's fine, we banded him too."
Hahahaha! My alien?! What?!
I don't remember any of this but my boyfriend has relished every opportunity to retell it over the last few days.