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  1. Oh, that was something. The first thing I remember is the silhouettes of an open office door and the blurry movements of the nurse who was taking me to the ward. As it turned out later, I was hit on this very door while being driven (I realized this from a huge abrasion on my arm). Then I wake up, I can't see anything, but I start laughing VERY LOUDLY and hysterically, the laughter immediately turns into tears, and so on several times in a circle. According to a neighbor, I shouted at the whole department “Styopa, what a good fellow you are!” (people to whom the word RYTP means something will understand). When the doctor came in and asked me how I felt, I said, ” Who am I? I'm dead, right? Hooray. ” (I don't remember that either). I remember laughing and saying, ” It's like I'm under %roskomnadzor%! Ahahahahah! ” Well, 10 minutes later I took a selfie, got up and went along the wall to smoke on the first floor. In general, I liked it, a good trip.

  2. When I first woke up, I couldn't remember where I was or what was going on. The voices of my fellow patients and hospital staff in the corridor seemed to be much farther away than a few meters away, and even though I could make out each word individually, I still couldn't make out the general meaning of what was being said.

    When I finally began to understand something and my roommate started talking to me, I found that my own voice seemed to belong to another person and also sounded from somewhere far away. There was a feeling that it wasn't me saying my words, but someone else doing it for me, as if there were more links in the chain from the formation of a phrase in the mind to its utterance.

    From visual distortions: the walls and ceiling after each blink began to quickly move apart, gradually slowing down the speed of their movement and coming to a static state after a few seconds.

    I also remember that, despite my rather stressful state during the hospitalization earlier in the morning of the same day, I was calm as a boa constrictor after the anesthesia, and in general the sensations were unusual, but quite pleasant.

    If anything, it was in 2007, I was 11 years old, my appendix was cut out. This was my first and currently last hospitalization at a conscious age.

  3. I was unlucky – the withdrawal from anesthesia was just painful. confused consciousness, shaking like an epileptic, after 15 minutes it ended, fortunately. I tried to ask the nurse about how the operation went and whether it was normal that I was shaking. “haven't you ever had a lot to drink? after that, too, shakes and everything floats before my eyes.”

  4. Oh, these are unforgettable childhood memories. I had an operation on my eyes when I was 6 years old. I was taken to the doctor's office in the morning and all I remember after the shot in my ass was feeling numb and falling into my mother's arms. Otkhodnyak was at night with a wild tantrum from not understanding where I was and a couple of eaten tangerines. And then two weeks of blindfolded hell, but that's another story.

  5. Great memories!

    I went to the operation with my father and my girlfriend. The operation was small (40 minutes). You can't eat or drink before surgery, so I asked my father to bring me some cheeseburgers from a McDonald's near the clinic while they cut me.

    Neither the doctors nor my father will forget how I woke up…

    As soon as I came to my senses, I saw my father and immediately asked him for cheeseburgers, my electronic cigarette that was in my bag, and a naked girl.

    I didn't know what I was saying. The anaesthetist doctor (a girl) came in and I said something like – ” senx verify match, everything is at the highest level.” I took a selfie with both of them, sharpened the cheeseburgers, and continued to lie down.

    But the funny thing was before I was conscious. 🙂

    My father shows me a video:

    While under anesthesia, but already able to connect words, I heard his voice.

    Since we have a trusting relationship and I have not already arrived in front of him after drinking, I thought that this was just an ordinary case. Then the conversation was like this:

    P: Denis, how do you feel?

    Me: Come on, don't worry, I've had a little too much, I'll get some sleep and everything will be fine.

    P: Ahah, what did you drink?

    Me: 10 glasses of cranberry vodka, that's all. I didn't wash it down with beer.

    P: Well, 10 drinks is a lot. 1 glass – 50g, half a liter is drunk, almost a whole bottle. The sensations are similar to what? For anesthesia, for example?

    Me: For anesthesia? WELL HUUUUUUUUI KNOWS…

    P: Ahaaha, go to sleep, son.

    (The video turns off).

    If you take into account that I spoke slowly, like a turtle, and pinched one eye like a pirate, it looked insanely funny!

    But seriously, the feelings are similar. Try to drink yourself into unconsciousness, and as soon as you fall asleep, let them wake you up. Here, such a feeling after anesthesia. Only it doesn't reek of sea lions.:)

  6. Based on my mother's story:

    My adenoids were removed, and after the operation, the doctor said that I would be very sluggish for a long time, I would eat little and sleep a lot. After a couple of minutes, I opened my eyes, pointed to a painting on the other side of the room, and ran in her direction. My mother told the doctor that I was really less active than usual.

    Hyperactivity disorder fuck it.

  7. We had an operation on the knee, so we did not only general, but also local anesthesia in the lower back. I was lying in a children's hospital and saw how the children lying next door were tearing their hair and hysterical, recovering from anesthesia. I arrived very calmly, gave the whole ward a thoughtful look, and fell asleep. When I woke up, I tried to move my toes, but my attempt was unsuccessful. I was so upset that I fell asleep again. The next time, the local anesthesia began to go away and the pain gradually returned. In fact, the sensations are disgusting: like all of the above, I really wanted to go to the toilet and if someone managed to scrape to the toilet, then in my case there was a “duck”, from lying down for a long time, all my limbs were numb, my body was burning, it was stuffy and the catheter that was glued to the crook of my elbow was terribly annoying. I wouldn't wish anyone those feelings(

  8. I lay and fell asleep, the nurse sat next to me, and said that you can not fall asleep. I would fall asleep anyway, and when I did, she would shake me by the shoulder, and I would pretend that I wasn't falling asleep, but just thinking. All the children in the ward laughed every time. And why? But because there was no nurse.

  9. I remember when I had appendicitis cut out back in 2010, I did not leave according to the rules (a rebel since childhood). I woke up in the ward, looked around, small children with mothers were all around, everything was swimming in my eyes and a wild thirst. Turning my head, I saw a bottle of water on the counter and without a second's hesitation, I opened it and drank almost half of it, to the shouts of my neighbors: “you can't!”. I said I was fine, but then my bladder started to kick in. there was a “duck” hanging nearby, but I didn't find it attractive to relieve myself in it)) I tore off a piece of bandage on the scar, saw a cut and 5 stitches on it, thought I could handle it) getting out of bed, anesthesia did not take long to wait and I crawled along the walls to the toilet. going out into the corridor, where I was spotted by nurses and ran to me with screams, I realized that either now I would go to the toilet opposite, or I would pee in a duck, which I did not want) so gathering my last strength, I flew into the toilet, where I sat on the toilet and started to fall asleep, as the door opened and they tried to get me

  10. Not as bad as the others, by the way, but still.

    I woke up about an hour after I was taken to the ward and the first person I saw was my mother. At the same time, I saw her very vaguely, I said something like “hi, what are you doing here” as it seemed to me, 1 time, but no, 5 times in fact. Then I heard the voice of a friend in the ward and shouted ” Vitala-sucker!”. I fell asleep again and woke up late in the evening, it turned out it was impossible to get up and there was a bucket near me to relieve myself of minor needs, what can I do, I sat up on the bed, pulled down my pants and what would you think? Couldn't, toli because of embarrassment in front of the neighbors, toli perehotelya, not the point. I decided to walk to a normal toilet, sticking to the walls , I got there in 5 minutes and still did what I wanted. I fell asleep, woke up in the morning and felt pretty bad + the operation was on my nose and it was packed with yolks and tightly bandaged, I had to breathe through my mouth.

    But this is still flowers, my neighbors then woke up during the operation for a couple of minutes, then shouted obscenities in the ward. Everyone tolerates it in their own way.

  11. The clang that went through my entire skeleton still woke me up during the operation. Part of my leg bone was removed. I woke up happy and in the mood to chat, whether it was drinking a bottle of wine, but the doctors, for some reason, did not share my mood. The first thing I heard was a question from an anaesthetist:”how are you feeling?” I said, ” Okay, but just a little boring.” To which the surgeon who performed the operation said quietly:”For that, I'm not fucking bored!” At first I feel ashamed, but then they put something in the catheter and I woke up in the ward.

  12. My first release from anesthesia, which took place at the age of 5, was marked by a rather interesting feeling for me of an unbridled and ineradicable desire to beat someone up, coupled with an absolute inability to move even a finger.

    The second exit was already at a more conscious age. The feeling, I'll tell you, was so-so. During the operation, I did not completely switch off, I felt and heard everything, but my body did not obey. I was especially upset by the pupils rolling in different directions and at different speeds. When I was already in the ward, I inarticulately asked to open the window, and the doctor said that it was taped up. But that was not the case, you can't fool me on chaff: I saw before the operation that they hadn't managed to do it yet. My heartbreaking cry of “OKNOOOOH!” was followed by a 10-hour blackout.

  13. After reading a few answers, memories came flooding back)

    I had 2 surgeries at the age of 14, and after the first one I had a very hard time leaving, and I still didn't know what anesthesia was. The story itself, after the operation, I was brought to the ward on a katlka and there, in order to go to bed, you need to do a couple of simple actions, then a dialogue, I-I, B-doctor:

    Q: Ira, sit down

    Me: (I sit down in silence)

    Q: now get on your knees

    Me: nnnet (I mumble incoherently, wondering why I should get down on my knees here)

    Q: Iraa, get on your knees

    And so for some time, until I was shaken up and almost shouting, they still explained what and why.

    And my friend, from the hospital, before the operation decided that he would never lie like a tree stump, and as soon as he wakes up, he screams, something like “hello everyone”, so they wake him up, asking him the name of the ward, along with checking the adequacy, and he constantly whispers barely “hello everyone, hello everyone”

  14. You won't believe it, just 10 minutes ago I was transferred from the intensive care unit to the ward. They operated on a kidney stone under general anesthesia, no vacuum cleaner at all . I woke up like I woke up. But I'm very thirsty.

  15. I was recovering from general anesthesia a week ago,so the sensations are still quite fresh.This is a state when you really want to sleep, your head feels like lead, this is a feeling of mild pain, similar to muscle pain(I had appendicitis removed) �and a voice like Batman.

  16. A friend told me. He is Italian and once came to Russia, where he was hospitalized with appendicitis. They did an operation and put him in the ward. When he woke up, there was another patient in the room besides him. A friend of mine complained about how bad he was, and a neighbor offered him a drink. After drinking a glass of vodka, my friend got a pack of hallucinations. I saw carp in dressing gowns, who asked to submit an article to the press. He doesn't drink anymore.

  17. The operation took place last year. they cut out my tonsils and did a lot with my nose.
    Until the last moment, I didn't know if they would touch my tonsils. Doctors had to take a look during the operation.

    The day before, my mother asked me to call before the operation so that she could get to the hospital in time. Well, so that when I was recovering from anesthesia, she was there. I didn't make it, because the nurse said that we were already late for the operation (I still don't understand how the operation could have started without me))

    I wake up as I'm being taken to the hospital room. Eyes wild, I lift my torso and look at the nurse. I yell through the whole department: “did they cut out my tonsils?” She says,”I don't know, go to sleep, and then ask the doctor.” I say: “but my sister's tonsils were cut out. I passed out. I woke up again in the elevator. I was placed with my back to the reflection in the elevator. I wasn't at a loss. I turned around, looked at my rewound face, got scared, and went to bed. I finally woke up when I was lying in the ward. I immediately rushed to the phone and called my mother:
    – mom, it's fucked
    up-what is it, Lerochka? Are you post-op?
    “I have an IV in my arm!”
    “it's okay, don't worry. I'm on my way
    -oooooooo..
    I blacked out. I woke up later, and my mother was sitting next to me. I thought she was crying. I was not at a loss and said: “why are you crying here? I don't have anything else to do to calm you down?”, although I love my mother very much.

  18. The story of how I went into anesthesia, but did not leave.

    They gave me two injections in the fifth point, I remember that I seemed to leave the office by myself, but I also remember that I was being driven in a wheelchair and I saw myself as if from the side. I don't know what it was, before or after the anesthesia, or if it happened at all) I remember lying down, and the nurse was leaning over in front of me, a white light was shining in my eyes, and I was holding a plate from the tea set that was at my house (here it is a glitch of anesthesia), and the nurse asked me: – well, did it work? (Obviously, she was asking about anesthesia, and I was lying on the operating table)

    I didn't answer her because I didn't understand what she was talking about and just shrugged. And then everything. Just a memory lapse. It's a funny thing anesthesia)

  19. The last thing I remember before the operation was the words of the anesthesiologist “now we will provide comfort”, then darkness, then white flashes in front of my eyes, apparently I tried to open my eyes, I began to choke and gag reflexes went, I realized that there was a tube in my mouth, I tried to calm down and breathe through it. A nurse came up and asked if I could breathe without a tube, and I gave her a thumbs-up instead. Then the phone was pulled out and I was taken to the ward. I already understood what had happened and where they were taking me, but I left for another couple of hours, sometimes asking for water, because the dry land was wild.

  20. They did scleroplasty once,so I woke up blindfolded.I started having a little hallucination, and I was sure I was seeing everything.Moreover, I was not at all embarrassed that the walls that I “saw” changed their color, moved apart.

    Then I was sure that I was flying somewhere, because I was dizzy, and my eyes were blindfolded)))

    So I also commented on everything I see.My parents even recorded it on video(it was kind of creepy)

    In general, they did an operation with our neighbors in the ward in one day,they all let us go home early in the end,and I was left for a few more days))))

  21. I was under anesthesia more than once and I will say the sensations are mixed) Before ” disconnecting “everything around you is like” slow mo ” (especially the speech of others made you smile), you don't control your breathing everything happens automatically,it seems that you are not in your body, and then darkness and then you wake up from the fact that your head is hitting the gurney and everything is shaking.The head is like a huge piece of lead – it is impossible to lift, the mouth is very dry and the taste of acetone.

  22. I was 14 years old.
    They cut out my appendicitis. I woke up in surgery, after general anesthesia, immediately began to seem glitches, something like space and stars. It took about 5 minutes, I was put in a wheelchair and taken to the ward, while I was being driven, I was swearing like a shoemaker, and I was sticking out my tongue, saying ” How do I get Ahuen..”oh, yes, when I was being driven over the tiles, I could feel every roughness in them. I've never felt so good before!

  23. It was autumn. I had an appendicitis infection, and I went to the hospital to cut it out.

    After the preoperative procedures, I was put on the operating table and the first operation in my life began. I've always wondered how people handle general anesthesia, whether it's painful or pleasant, and everything like that. First, they put a needle in my arm, which pumped sleeping pills into me. And then, after about a minute, I fell asleep abruptly, and woke up after 5 hours in the ward next to my mother, all this time she was watching me so that I didn't do anything.

    She told me that I yelled something like, ” Mom, save me! Mom help!”, and constantly asked to lie down on his side.

    When I regained consciousness, I felt as if I had been sleeping very soundly, or had a slight hangover. His mouth tasted like acetone or something chemical. I woke up and fell asleep 10 times, and then barely made it to the toilet and back. About a day after the operation, the anesthesia completely passed.

  24. I woke up in some absolutely home apartment, with wallpaper, there was a Control purchase on TV, and then the Fashion Verdict began. There were 2 nurses nearby who were chatting about their everyday life. I frantically turned my head around, could not believe my eyes and thought that it was all a hallucination after anesthesia. I'm supposed to be in the hospital!!! Well, after a while I was wheeled out of the room to the hospital) My head didn't spin, my legs didn't give out)

  25. Oh, it was so-so, I remember only moments after waking up, first I see the doctor, who asks if I can get up, he gave me the go-ahead, I lay down a little, I understand that I want to go to the toilet, although I didn't drink or eat, I decided to get up, on the way to the toilet, my eyes started to get blurry, realizing that I was about to fall, I went to my room, and then my legs were askew, and I crashed into the door of the next ward, safely passed out, I was rolled on a chair to my bed, the next thing I knew, I was not able to get up. I remember the doctor who said that I thought I was not so weak, and my mother, the one who gave me tea and candy) so it is better not to wander around after anesthesia

  26. Not very bad, �moved literally 5 minutes after the operation, �in the chamber was empty, �I really wanted to eat, �I got dressed and went to the door, �nurses I tried to stop, �but they have not succeeded, �thanked for all �and dumped. �I bought 10 cabbage pies and a bag of fermented baked milk, �I ate it in one sitting and went home happy! �At the first anesthesia, I went about the same way, “only instead of pies there were waffles,” and on the way to the house there was a huge pizza.

  27. Nothing out of the ordinary. The first time I just woke up and that's it. It didn't hurt, and I didn't feel hungry. Everything was fine. The second time, I woke up right next to my bed. I screamed in pain, and they put me on the bed, sobbed in it, and fell asleep. When I woke up again, the sensations were not the most pleasant, because the pain accompanied me even then.

  28. A year ago, I had an operation under general anesthesia. I lay down on the operating table under the impression of stories that there would be helicopters and other delights of hallucinations. But alas! After the operation, I came to my senses and immediately jumped off the couch. No ” fun ” effects of anesthesia. The nurses oohed and aahed, and I was perplexed with a slight hint of disappointment.

  29. After the operation, I woke up about 3 hours later . No pain , no painful sensations , well, maybe the place where the operation was performed was a little sore . As if he was very sound asleep , but there is one thing . For the next month, I raved in my sleep and cursed , everyone teased me, but I couldn't do anything about it 🙂

  30. Oh, I'm 18 and there were 7 of them.�
    (Or rather, 7 for a 10-year period)

    The very first one when I was 4 years old. I wake up in the intensive care unit, everything is white, people are sleeping, I see the place from the operation and I think that this is how it should be.

    Then I look like each other, wake up in fragments, something like “Elevator-ward-doctor” and all the time I screamed in pain, until I was injected with drugs, it felt like I was tearing up. Then my mother said that every time I woke up, I said the same thing.

    And the most recent time was after a 6-hour operation. I woke up in intensive care, my hands are tied, and a tube for breathing is in my throat *failure* they pulled out the tube *failure* I'll forgive the water, but they tell me that it's still impossible *failure* and there are 12 hours.

    Long, but maybe someone is interested.

  31. They put a spoke in my heel bone to put it on the hood.

    Anesthesia was through the mask I was still surprised why anesthesia smells and tastes like peanut butter…

    I woke up just as they were rolling me out of the recovery room. Let's just say I was very happy, because before that I suffered 3 days on the train with a broken leg, and here there was no pain)

    I was struck by very loud laughter and joy, I tried to cover my mouth with my hands, but the laughter still did not want to stop.

    Well, the pain from a piece of metal in the leg began to manifest itself in 15 minutes and laughter mixed with moans, and then completely disappeared, replaced by agony)

  32. I've never felt worse in my life. Everything was swimming in my eyes, double vision, and my head was spinning. As the flow of mats began to flow out of me. Just a recumbent dude from which only mats pour out. Uhh, that was terrible)

  33. With general anesthesia on my life's journey, I met 5-6 times, and all the times were in childhood and the sensations were very different each time.

    At some times, I just slept after anesthesia in a normal sleep and just woke up with “sushnyak”.But more often than not, it feels like you've been drinking too much:Incredibly sore head, very sluggish and unclear consciousness, sometimes even sick

    The most interesting thing was when I was about 10 years old, when after waking up (right in the operating room or very close to it) I started yelling in some language unknown to humanity at everyone who tried to take me to the ward, even pushed those who tried to approach me, but this, thank God, did not last very long, because after a couple of minutes

  34. Trying to awaken my consciousness, I reached into the halls of my memory. I read Hamlet aloud, remembered the beginnings of thermodynamics. He lay with his face in the pillow, and when he spoke, his upper jaw rose along with his head. I was trying to multiply two-digit numbers by each other, my subconscious just felt it necessary to completely get out of this consciousness. Anesthesia is definitely better than any alcoholic beverages or hallucinogenic drugs.

  35. I had surgery for flat feet. I, an eleven-year-old child, and my mother were located in the center for orthopedic diseases, and after spending one day in preparatory procedures, which, perhaps, you can not talk about, I was operated on on a foggy June morning.�

    They put me on the couch and took me to the operating room. Despite my mother's excitement, I was surprisingly calm (perhaps because the operation was a relief against the inconvenience of flat feet, which I had with complications).

    Since I had a vague idea of what this terrible general anesthesia would look like, I was very worried. I was all the more surprised when I just fell asleep, as if after a hard day's work, without even realizing that some substances were being introduced into my body, if I didn't know the context of events. And an even more interesting discovery was that I was dreaming, even though I didn't think anything like this would happen.

    Well, now let's move on to how I left. First, I woke up almost in the operating room, or rather when I was being taken back to the ward (I don't remember how long the operation lasted). I was conscious, although the movements were unusually difficult, and I didn't really want to move again. It feels like I woke up in bed in the morning to some huge sound, and now I'm awake on the one hand, but at the same time I feel like a piece of cotton wool. They took me to my mother's room, and she was surprised that I was already awake. Then there was a very long conversation about the operation and so on, and although I thought I was talking normally, my mother later told me that my speech was not clear and not coherent, like a child who just started talking. Then I fell asleep for another couple of hours, and woke up as if nothing had happened…. True with a cast on his leg

  36. I've been given general anesthesia twice in my life. The first time in three years (I had serious dental problems). Despite such a small age, I remember some moments especially well.�

    When I woke up from the anesthesia, I felt as if I had been woken up from a dream at the most inopportune moment. Everything pisses me off and I really want to sleep. Later, my parents and I took the train home. A candy saleswoman walked down the train. I was very offended that I can't have sweets now, and they are being shaken in front of my nose, so I started shouting at the whole car that I can't have sweets (so I was not a very capricious child).�

    The second time I underwent general anesthesia was at the age of 15, when I had a dislocated fracture.After coming out of anesthesia, my memory of the events before the operation settled in my head. It was at night. I remember such a calm atmosphere: it's dark outside, the lights are not on everywhere in the hospital, there are very few people. A nurse came in and gave me an intramuscular injection. I don't know what it was, probably something sedative. They put me on a gurney and took me to the operating room. As we moved, I had the feeling that it wasn't the ceiling at the top, but the floor, and I was sort of floating above it. When we arrived, it turned out that the operating room was still occupied and I spent an hour lying alone on a gurney in the operating room. From entertainment at this moment was only looking at the ceiling of the usual square white panels with black dots. At some point, I noticed that between these dots slip such, say, green neon worms. I was stuck in them for a long time. Then, when I was already laid on the table and allowed to breathe gas, just a few seconds before I fell asleep, I saw a strange glitch: it was like a vivid abstraction, like a vinamp visualization. Bright colored spots appear from the center and grow larger, filling the entire visible space and replacing each other. There was also something like those green worms, only they were so crooked, thin, bright, pulsing rings. When the operation ended and I was woken up, there was nothing special. I said thank you, clambered awkwardly onto the gurney, and drove back to my room. I remember that the doctors were very surprised by my reaction. They said: “Nifiga to yourself! Here, eight-year-olds swear like drunken shoemakers after anesthesia, and this one says thank you.”

  37. I wasn't under general anesthesia myself, just a local one. But there was a classmate. He said that half a day later he laughed and pestered the doctors with the question of which university they graduated from

  38. Oh, these are great memories!�

    It all started with the fact that immediately after the operating room, when I was being taken by elevator to the intensive care unit (as it should be), I suddenly came to my senses, sent two nurses who were transporting me on an erotic journey on foot, and fell into a drug-induced sleep further.�

    The next time I woke up, almost fourteen hours after the operation, I was already in the ward, where I was trying to figure out what I was, where I was, how I was, and why I was doing it for almost ten minutes. With varying degrees of success, I remembered what happened to me and how I got to this life, but it did not bring me peace, because I wanted to go to the toilet, wherever it was.�

    The trip to the toilet (about five meters) took me about another half hour of time, but was crowned with success. After that, a doctor and a nurse found me, made a scandal that I voluntarily left the “place of permanent deployment of a freshly operated person” and I was offered to go for a dressing. On a gurney. I refused, saying that I could walk thirty meters to the dressing room myself. I was offered a wheelchair. I courageously refused again. They insisted. I was adamant.�

    In general, after about two hours of traveling along the wall, I was still able to more or less clearly understand what my name was, what I was doing here and what they wanted from me. But consciousness returned in such chunks, ” I remember here – I don't remember here.” And there wasn't much logic in my words and actions. Confusion is just two words, but they can describe almost every day of my future life.�

    But memories, of course, for life…

  39. The operation was difficult, so I woke up in intensive care. All bandaged up so she couldn't move. At my request to untie, I was asked if I would fight.�

    I don't remember what happened, but apparently I shouldn't have gone to wrestling as a child.

  40. Everything was absolutely fine.

    I woke up on the way to the ward, one female voice was telling another how she was preparing the child for the first grade, after that I got my bearings by time, remembered that it was August. Some strangers were discussing what kind of pizza is the most delicious, I remembered from their accent that I was in Ukraine, visiting my uncle, later I was “called” a Muscovite, but I was not offended.

    When I got to the ward, I opened my eyes and was surprised by the nurse's request to move to the bed on my own, while the pain made me unable to even move my leg, let alone get up from the gurney.�

    Somehow they put me on the bed, and I fell asleep instantly. I woke up from the fact that I had to relieve myself, tried to get up, but it was only on the third attempt, after I got up, everything around me started spinning and I had to sit down again to keep from falling. I reached the toilet in 15 minutes with the help of walls that kept me from falling.�

    On the second day after the operation, I went home, and I realized that the most difficult part is the rehabilitation period, which usually lasts six months after the operation to remove the appendix

  41. Well, my time has come. I went through a lot of operations (7-9 like). Well, anesthesia is still a mess, and the waste process is quite long and different every time. First you wake up, get blown away by what's happening, and then you go back to sleep. Your vision can't function properly, as if you're seeing pictures, and you can't make out what you're hearing. You wake up again and you either have a terrible headache, or you really want to go to the toilet, and sometimes both. In this state, you do not follow your speech after the first operation (in childhood) I asked my parents to buy me a rolton (considering that it is contraindicated for me). Sometimes you want to touch the place you've been operated on, and after the septoplasty, I almost blew my nose. In the end, after 6-10 hours, and having gone to the toilet many times, you finally come to your senses. But it's too early to be happy, there are several weeks or even months of full recovery ahead of you. Watch your health, I don't want anyone to experience it)

  42. Oh, my friends love this story!

    They brought me in an ambulance with appendicitis, the condition is hellish, I need to operate. I am allergic, I didn't have much time to consult with an anesthesiologist, and the reaction to anesthesia can be unpredictable and deplorable.

    In general, at first they made a small dose, I woke up during the operation, where a loud cry: “Petrovich! Snow White has woken up! ” they gave me more anesthesia.

    When it was time to wake up, I realized I couldn't open my eyelids. I tried to move my toes – no, the fuck was singing there. I thought that was it, I was dead, I was lying in the morgue and that's all, I didn't get to the Club 27. After an eternity, I opened my eyes and began to shake the bed (the pipe was in my mouth and I couldn't yell). A nurse ran up, I yelled something like ” Bitches, I'm alive, you can't wait!”, and then all day in the intensive care unit I said “Hodor”and “Duck quack-quack”to all questions

    In short, stremnovato. All good anesthesiologists and health.

  43. It was not an operation, but rather a procedure, but they decided to put me to sleep until it stops. They were submerged for 30-40 minutes, so almost immediately after that I was able to describe what was happening on Twitter. This is probably one of the most successful decisions I've ever made:

    “A minute after I woke up from anesthesia, I felt such a lightness in my brain. It's like everything's been swept away. And no stereotypes for you.”

    “I was saying something kosher to the doctors. And I felt like I'd had a good night's sleep, but I'd consumed about 150 grams of strong alcohol. Just like they said!”

    “Already sitting in the chair, I talked on the phone and slid to the floor like a bomb. A girl ran up, slapped her cheeks, and rubbed her palms together.”

    “The first thing I said, realizing the reality and the ground under my ass, was “You spoke so beautifully to me, what was it, Armenian, Georgian?”

    “It turned out to be Ossetian.”

    “Excellent condition. You don't look at anyone, you say what you think, you act the way you do.”

    “It came out friendly and natural.”

    “Another girl Alice, with the same otkhodnyakom, asked what hurts me. A beautiful girl. If you have a daughter, you will be Alice.”

    “Now you can let in new music, new everything, and relax. It was only necessary to lie under anesthesia once to be reborn.”

    Periodically, when it seems that everything is rotten and there is a lot of junk in my head, I reread it. And, you know, it makes it easier!

  44. It was quite strange. This process fits exactly this description.

    I woke up as I was being taken to the hospital after a broken arm was repaired. As soon as I woke up on the gurney, I tried to explain to the nurses that I could move around on my own and felt pretty good, even giving them my address. The nurses just muttered something under their breath and drove me to the ward. In the ward, they threw me on the bed like a sausage and left. In the ward, I could not understand what I was doing here, and when they came to give me an injection and asked me to take off my pants, my answer could not but shock all those who were in the ward ” Whose pants?”. My answer cheered up the guys as well as the nurse, but I didn't understand that everyone was laughing and even after the injection I was lying down just like that.

    Half an hour later, another nurse came to my room and said that I needed to see an X-ray and offered my arm as a support, but where is it, I am “independent” “I myself”. In general, I refused this offer to the nurse and went myself, the way to the X-ray room consisted of 8 stairs or 30 seconds on the elevator, what do you think which of them I wanted to travel? It is logical that the nurse did not let me do this and we took the elevator, already there I felt that I was coming out of anesthesia and began to remember my personality, but I did not succeed immediately. On the X-ray, I didn't feel like my “broken” arm was taken by the doctor and put on the table, but I perfectly felt like he reeked of alcohol. After the X-ray, they told me to go to the ward and gave me my pictures, naive, they thought I was already conscious, but it wasn't there, I still went through the most cherished 8 stairs and got to my ward where I didn't answer any questions from the guys about my health and went to bed. When I woke up, I remembered all this, but I didn't understand the logic of my actions, in general, as a result, it took me about 4 hours to recover from anesthesia, after which I was already conscious and gave an account of my actions

  45. My God, it was a living hell. I woke up in a room that is before the operating room (unfortunately, I don't know what it's called, like a preoperative dressing room). I woke up feeling suffocated. I really can't breathe.I gasp for air, but there's no air. She was lying on a gurney near the wall, trying to beat the wall with her hand to attract the attention of nurses or doctors, at least someone. Then the nurse hangs over me and says with such a cheerful smile: oh, my dear, I woke up, honey, now, lie down for 10 minutes, the doctor will come and look at you. I'm just terrified, I can't speak, I try to show with one hand (I didn't have the strength for the rest of my body) that I can't breathe. To which he replies: Everything is fine, get some more sleep, it's early, the doctor isn't here yet.�

    The next three minutes were pure hell, and I really thought I was going to die. I realized that the face mask, such as oxygen, tried to tear It away from the face, simultaneously taking my hand away from my mouth to figachit on the wall. The nurse finished-took off the mask. I fell asleep. I remember being taken out of the elevator, very vaguely, all in a fog. They took me to the ward, asked where my dad was, started crying, complaining that he had left me because he didn't need me without a gallbladder. They said my father would be here soon. I fell asleep.�

    I don't even know if it's going to get worse. Again I fell into a dream, I dreamed of some nonsense, a set of words, phrases, they flew in the air, some landscapes, and THEN MY MOTHER, who died two years ago at that time, ABRUPTLY APPEARS. And he clearly says: “tell Borya (Dad) to be careful on the road. When it turns towards you in the hospital, in the parking lot, at the barrier ice, it can break. Sasha, give this to Borya. GET UP!!”

    well, you can imagine right? I open my eyes in horror and let's yell: WHERE'S DADDY WHERE'S THE PHONE GIVE ME THE PHONE WHERE'S DADDY????? Yelling yelling doctors, nurses came running, it's lunchtime, everyone's crowding in on me, I'm lying there sobbing and repeating: where's Daddy where's daddy where's daddy�

    And then Dad comes into the room. I started yelling at him (I guess I wasn't completely dazed from the anesthesia yet) that my mom asked me to tell him that he was in trouble, God, I scared everyone so much)�

    Later, when I finally came to my senses, I realized that I was talking nonsense, crying, calling my father to the whole hospital) ох oh, yes, anesthesia is such an evil thing) of course, when everything went well and you are lying healthy, they tell you all this, it seems funny. But in fact, it's better to wake up and go to the toilet than a pancake like this: D�

    If you have an operation soon, the main thing is not to be afraid and breathe deeply) everything will be fine) then a lot of funny stories, ask to shoot you on video;) success

  46. It was one of the happiest moments of my life.�
    I woke up in the process of shifting my lifeless body from the gurney to the bed, and immediately experienced an incredible emotion at the sight of the nurse who was doing this. I tried to mumble some words of gratitude to her, but she wasn't really listening.�
    Then I began to gradually come to my senses, and I experienced more and more love and tenderness for the people around me and the whole world. The real euphoria began. A guy came to sit with me, and I immediately started telling him the details of my preparations for the operation in a very hoarse voice, and I kept trying to convince him that I was Jesus, because I was tied up before the operation just like he was on the cross. The boy nodded and listened intently. The neighbors laughed. In the meantime, I somehow imperceptibly moved on to analyzing the content of War and peace, and since this book is quite a big one, I analyzed it, I think, for two hours without stopping. The boy was still listening intently and sympathetically, even though he hadn't even read the book. For me, those two hours flew by like a blink of an eye.�
    Then the euphoria began to subside, and then I realized that all this time I had a catheter sticking out of me with a tube through which urine flowed into the urine collector under my bed. Catching my eye, the guy calmly replied: “What can I say, your kidneys are working perfectly!”�
    Then all the fuss with catheters started, thoughts like: “when will they finally be allowed to eat?!”, and there was only sadness that you can't stay in that state of euphoria all the time: with

  47. The only thing I remember is that when I was under anesthesia, I would wake up at night with a complete lack of understanding of the situation, and after that I would throw up wildly, and fall asleep again.

  48. I will venture to share my experience from my childhood, but I will immediately make a reservation that it was still a quarter of a century ago, in the disintegrating USSR!..

    At the age of 13, I was undergoing elective surgery on both eyes at the Morozov hospital in Moscow, just like the other children who were lying there, under general anesthesia… In addition to me, the same anesthesia was then given to a dozen other children who were operated on in this ophthalmology: all these boys in the ward were of school age, but more or less younger than me…

    Even a day before my own operation, already lying in the surgical ward, I could watch from the side how all those who had already been operated on were recovering from anesthesia. So, OUTWARDLY it seemed generally harmless,and did not remind at all of those horrors that can often be read about now on the Internet!:(((

    So, after the operation, the patient was brought in on a gurney, still unconscious, with bandaged eyes and a rubber tube in his mouth – but not the long and thin one that is inserted deep into the trachea during intubation, but with such a rather short and thick one, the end reaching only to the beginning of the throat, it is called “air duct”, in my opinion. It has a rectangular hole in it, and they plugged their mouths with it only to fix their tongue on the way from the operating room to the ward. There, an insensible patient was placed without a pillow from a gurney on a bed, bandaged to it by the hands, and the air duct tube was removed… Everyone I observed regained consciousness in the same way: at first everyone just lay out for 1-2 hours, then they began to moan softly and move slightly in bed, but this lasted only a few minutes, not hours or days! The doctors didn't wake anyone up on purpose, they didn't slap their cheeks, and even when one kid stayed under anesthesia longer than the others, they didn't take any special measures, but just waited for him to wake up a little later… In short, everyone came to clear consciousness sooner or later without any side effects. And NO ONE was delusional, buggy, yelling, crying, swearing, shaking, hiccupping, talking in vain, calling their parents, twitching, throwing up, pissing under themselves, or taking a shit (this, however, was taken care of in advance by the nurse who gave everyone a huge enema before the operation:))…

    In general, from the outside it all looked so peaceful that I, having previously been afraid of anesthesia more than the operation itself, almost calmed down: and as it turned out, in vain , because the most unpleasant thing from it was precisely in the INTERNAL sensations that were not visible from the outside!.. Before describing my WAY out of anesthesia, I must first mention the sensations when entering it, because they were interrelated. General anesthesia was administered intravenously, and – as I learned from hospital records many years later, as an adult-with KETAMINE, which everyone curses very much for the “glitches” and nightmares it causes. But there it was administered in a mixture with droperidol and gamma aminobutyric acid (GABA), which neutralized the buggy nature of this drug, so my feelings from it were not as terrible as many others describe! However, then with the unaccustomed and these “average” feelings I was very scared…

    So, when the IV line was inserted into my arm on the operating table, the doctors didn't ask me to count or tell me when I should go to sleep: everyone just went about their preparations in silence. Meanwhile, my sister began to apply a wet, smelly gauze to my face (probably with some kind of antiseptic), and at the same time they began to inject the drug into my vein… I was already lying on the table in a semi-faint state of fear, and when the anesthesia began to take effect simultaneously with this smearing, I quickly began to feel a terrible, nauseating weakness: my body became like cotton wool, my head began to spin, my vision blurred, and in general it became incredibly bad. This terrifying nausea kept growing, and I wanted to tell the doctors about it, but my tongue wouldn't work anymore… So I could only moan piteously, and then quickly fainted. Moreover, my senses did not switch off synchronously, but in a certain sequence, and my hearing remained the longest. Because of this, as I sank into the anesthesia, my own moans came to me as if from a distance… The last thing I thought before I completely lost consciousness was: “I MUST BE DYING!”..: (((

    Then I sank into darkness, where I no longer thought, heard, or felt anything. However, under this anesthesia, I had a dream, but not a nightmare or fairy-tale, as very often happens, I heard, from ketamine, but quite simple and banal. – I only dreamed that the operation was canceled at the last moment: probably because this was exactly what I wanted 🙂 However, it is difficult to say whether I dreamed it directly during the operation or after it, before the start of awakening!? However, in any case, I did not experience any nightmares, glitches, flights through pipes, mazes and tunnels, feelings of “loss of personality” and other terrible psychedelics at that time!..

    Some time after the dream, the awakening began… Here before me, DIANA OSIPOVA and EVGENY ABRAMOV told me that when they woke up with a blindfold over their eyes after similar operations, they could not at first realize where they were and what had happened: this is of course to experience during the “otkhodnyak”, lying in complete darkness – it's even creepy for me to imagine! But in my case, fortunately, there was no such amnesia – as soon as I started to recover, even though I was blindfolded, I fully understood what was going on! .. I.e., I knew who I was; that the operation was over; that I still didn't die-despite my fear when I was put under anesthesia – and now I'm gradually moving away from it…:) But I couldn't be happy about these facts because of the rather disgusting state I was in at first: not only could I not perceive anything from the outside, because my ears were ringing, and my eyes were completely dark in front of my bandaged eyes, but at first I didn't feel my body at all, as if it had been frozen. I couldn't even feel gravity, so it was as if my frozen head, separate from my body, was floating somewhere in this ringing void, as if in a dark cosmic vacuum… And the worst part about this painful state was that I didn't know how long it would last!? I could only wait stupidly, passively… Long or short, but gradually I “unfrozen”: my senses were restored, I began to distinguish external sounds instead of the previous ringing in my ears, I finally felt my body, and not just my head. – Soon I not only regained a normal, clear consciousness, but was able to tear myself those stupid bandages on my hands, which, like others, tied me to the bed when I was brought back from surgery earlier, because lying tied down was humiliating for me!..:) In general, I folded my freed hands on my chest, and when the nurse on duty came into the ward for the first time (i.e., after I woke up), she immediately understood without words that I had completely come to my senses.”I remember that she started to reprimand me again for those broken strings, but I interrupted her and asked her what time it was, and she deigned to say that it must have been about three o'clock in the afternoon… I also estimated that 2 hours had passed since the operation, which means that I didn't wake up any longer than the others!

    Here, in short, what I personally experienced during anesthesia and getting out of it. And although it didn't occur to me to ask the other operated boys about their feelings at that time, I think they felt about the same inwardly. This cheap ketamine anesthesia was certainly not sugar, but, as I now understand, far from the worst option. “At least he didn't have any nightmares or hallucinations, no one was convulsing, no one was crying or singing, no one was shouting or bellowing, no one was talking nonsense. In general, they all lay very quiet after the operation, like mice, not even talking to each other at all… And not at all because the language did not obey, slurred or anything – when they wanted to, they spoke clearly and clearly!.. Even THIRST, as I remember, and then special no one after that anesthesia was not! And in the future, I did not experience any” side effects” such as memory lapses, drowsiness, headaches or panic fears either in the hospital or later – I continued to study normally…

  49. It wasn't anything special. Constantly wanted to sleep and couldn't eat anything – everything came out at once. After lying down like this for 3-4 days (the time felt bad) and everything came back to normal, although half a year, after anesthesia, I was seasick in the car.

  50. With difficulty. Constantly sleepy, tried to fight it, but 3-4 times again fell asleep, then stopped, but still it was difficult to understand what was going on around

  51. 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)

  52. 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)

  53. 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!

  54. 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.

  55. 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?

  56. 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.

  57. 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..

  58. 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.

  59. 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.

  60. 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))

  61. 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.

  62. 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…

  63. 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)

  64. 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.

  65. 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.

  66. 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.

  67. 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.

  68. 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:

  69. 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.

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