Anaesthetical musings

It occurred to me in the middle of the night that I hadn't told you anything about the actual anaesthetic, which is a shame as I have a pretty good memory of it. I lay down on a bed outside the room I assume the operation happened in, so I never actually saw it. I assume had I seen it there would have been metal leg clamps and shiny instruments that maybe wouldn't have created the most calming environment... Pretty sure that my left leg was clasped and pulled out of the joint... I have mild bruises at the bottom of my leg... But I obviously don't remember that. I do remember lying on the bed then being asked to wriggle up because I have such a long body and my feet were dangling! Then they attached three sticky monitoring pads to my chest, and put a cannula in. The lovely anaesthetist who I had seen in the morning was just wonderful - so gentle and reassuring... She put a gas mask over my face with some oxygen, then said she would start to put the anaesthetic in through my hand and that I would soon 'drift off into a nice deep peaceful sleep' and then... I SAW STARS!! yes... It's true... I saw stars, the room sparkled for an instant... And then I don't remember anything until I woke up. When I did wake up things are a bit hazy  but I think they asked me to move my arm or hold something but my hands were all floppy! They wheeled me back to my room which made me feel a bit sick and said they'd tell Tracy I was there... I texted family .... Who texted Tracy who hadn't been told I was back!

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