One experience I had with an anesthesiologist was pretty much them putting the mask on me, a moment or so passes and I ask "wait, aren't you gonna ask me to count down from 10 or something?" and the guy was like "...what? oh, right, uh, sure... countdown from 10 or whatever." "10-- zzzzzzzzzzzz"

More like “this is just a little oxygen” and then you’re asleep.

When I woke up from having my wisdom teeth out, I had crazy and terrifying hallucinations all the way home. While we were parked waiting for something, I saw someone run up, press their face against my window, and scream my name while slamming their fists on the window. I closed my eyes and curled up into a ball, and I was instantly in some sort of cave system underground that was rapidly collapsing and burying me alive. I don't remember much else but my mom said I was freaking out the whole way home.

I'm terrified of anesthesia now and I have yet to find any explanation for what happened to me.

Not transmissible in this comic: The feeling of the anaesthetic creeping up your arm from the injection site.

Been there, done that.

And whatever they gave me wasn't like this comic. I felt it creep up my neck towards my brain and then it was immediately lights out. Pretty sure I took the opportunity to say "goodbye" right before that. Might have been "goodnight".

The waking up was very much a struggle though, so if there'd been a sadistic anaesthetist on the ward, that second going to sleep might have been more like panels two and four.

Here's what I experienced as a 14-year-old girl in 1989 undergoing general anesthesia:

That is literally the last thing my anesthesiologist said to me 2 seconds before I went under. (No middle finger though.)

In 1989 Bill Cosby was apparently in the height of medicinally rendering women unconscious then raping them. Wouldn't become public knowledge scandal until decades later. Seems like my anesthesiologist may have had a sick sense of humor & mischief, may have known about Bill Cosby's crimes years before it became public knowledge. All these years in retrospect, this has concerned me a bit.

Been under 3 times. I think anesthesia is fucking awesome, it's literally time travel.

Need me under for 1 hour? 3 hours? I'll never know the difference. Will I wake up feeling like I've been mauled by a bear? Maybe. But I skipped the mauling part.

If there was an airline that would put me under for 9 hours of a 12 hour flight, I would gladly pay extra. Stack me in like cord wood, I'll never know.

Last time I underwent surgery, I remember lying on the operating table when the anesthesiologist asked me if I felt anything. I replied “Not really, I feel normal”. That was the last thing I remember.

I woke up during the last bit of my first cataract surgery (was awake through the entirety of the other one). I remember being in the hallway, waiting to be rolled into the surgery room and then waking up in a panic with one of the doctors calmly repeating, "Don't freak out."

I was being put under once and just as I started to pass out, the anesthesiologist whispered, "Dream of me"

Then I was awake again and neve saw that man again.

I've been knocked out twice for surgeries.

First was for a wisdom tooth that shattered inside my jaw, right before covid shut down all non emergency surgeries.

They actually found a vein in the arm. Doctor talked to me a bit before they wheeled me back into a surgery room. Only the nurses in there. They were preparing and saw I was nervous. "Oh, don't worry! He's an amazing doctor." She pauses. "We do call him the velociraptor though" me "what why?" "Cause he has short arms!" They say, laughing! "That's mean!" I say. "Don't worry, you won't remember this"

"I'll remember this!" I'm now trying to say, around a mouthful of gauze. I did remember at least.

Second time for an upper endoscopy. They can't find a vein in my arm, so they put it in my hand. Taken to a much smaller darker cramped room with a tv that is surely showing my insides later. "Okay this might hurt, since it's in your hand" "Ow fuck that hurts" and the next thing I know a new to me nurse is wheeling the bed and my talking ass into a recovery room. (I was talking about animal crossing, she was confused)

When I got my tonsils removed, in my early 30's, it was trough a drip (?) in my arm. It came in 3 waves as they upped the dosage. First one was 'oh this is calm and pleasant'. Second one was 'so drowsy i can barely speak'. Third one i barely felt coming before lights went out.

Don't piss off your anesthesiologist, they can put you under and you feel everything but can't respond.

I was given some kind of gas once for surgery and I found it hard to breathe. I told the nurses around me that I thought I was having a panic attack and the anesthesiologist chuckled, "It's okay. I'm giving you something for that." Then I was out.

Everyone here's talking about how their anesthesia takes 3 seconds to take effect. I've have surgery today and took a long ass time in comparison. I remember the anesthesiologist telling me, for the 4th or 5th time, "Breath in through you nose, breath out through your mouth." Then saying "Yeah you are already doing that." I think they where getting preoccupied about it.

Apparently that's normal in my family, when my mother was getting local anesthesia to give birth to me, she was supposed to not even be able to move her legs. When a nurse was checking up on the anesthesia and asked her to try and rise a leg, she raised both of them really high and the nurse just went "oh fuck".