Has anyone ever been so zoned out before surgery that they don't remember a thing?

When they got ready to take me down to surgery I was given an injection of what ever and don't remember being wheeled in surgery, getting on the table. I barely remember someone saying this is only oxygen and that was totally it. I don't remember recovery (my husband said I was in there for 2 hours), I don't remember leaving and taken to my room. I barely remember someone asking me if I thought I could walk to my bed (gurney could not be taken in the room). I barely remember stumbling (I had a lot of help) to the bed, don't remember getting into bed.

You remember way more than I do, but I'm ok with that. I probably don't need to know if I treated them all to my favorite rendition of some FloRida song!

FloRida, what an interesting choice of ? music. Now you all have me wondering if anyone ever sang in the OR? Waiting anxiously to hear more!

Sounds like me lol but I do remember going into that cold operating room then 123 I was out...I woke up in recovery and said nurse please I need some pain meds then I was out again and just remember the nurse helping me get into my bed in my room...I like it that way lol ?

15 minutes ago, Orchids&Dragons said:

You remember way more than I do, but I'm ok with that. I probably don't need to know if I treated them all to my favorite rendition of some FloRida song!

Okay I had to laugh because that was funny.

On 12/30/2018 at 12:38 PM, AggiG said:

Okay I had to laugh because that was funny.

That was the playlist I was listening to before surgery to relax me, so it coulda happened!

I thought I wasn't going to remember anything, but my body didn't react as quickly to the "calming" medication as the team thought.

Not to hijack this post, but I was also wondering if there were other people that remembered nearly EVERYTHING.

I remember being wheeled into the OR and pretty amazed on how it looked "behind the scenes." Very gray! I remember the actual room being a lot smaller than I thought and there were already people in there. They had me move from the gurney I was on to the actual table and then I was chatting with the nurse anesthetist that had visited me before. I don't remember the conversation, but she told me I was going to be closing my eyes in a second and next thing I know - I woke up in Recovery.

Recovery was A W F U L. I had been laying on my back for awhile and the pain was worse than anything else. I remember it took them FOREVER to get my room ready (it felt like forever) and I also recall the trip up to my room when it was ready (and my husband was waiting for me.)

I remember everything. Rolling down the hall to the OR. Being amazed at the Schmitt ton of tools. Getting scootched ont to or table. It smelled like chicken in there, which I thought was hilarious. 2 of the kindest OR nurses who kept calming hands on me the entire time, patting my leg, smoothing my face. Anesthesiologist opened the IV, O2 mask placed and mighty night!!!!

I think I told my story already on another thread, I remember the trip,the OR, the nice staff which my surgeon had introduced earlier, What I DON'T remember was recovery, if I was ever there. I woke up in the warm sunlight in my room. No pain, no sorrow, wasn't even sure they had even done surgery, I felt super duper fine.