I used to have a major surgical fetish, wanted it all done in play...except for the cutting me open. Now, after I was in a car accident and flighted to the hospital where I was unconscious for the first surgery. Woke up in recovery intubated, catheterized, iv with morphine button ... was in severe pain as at that point only my left leg and arm were fixed. My left hip was still broken as where 4 ribs and my c6 vertebrae which was just to heal itself while wearing a neck brace.
My 2nd surgery for my hip I remember it all. Still intubated and catheterized as they rolled me down the hall and into the elevator downstairs to surgery. I gazed around as these strangers in masks wheeled me into the OR where even more masked people were. I couldn't speak while intubated so I was really freaked out. Suddenly I hear them talking "should we put him under then move him? It would be easier on him" then I feel my vision go dark, they must be doing that idea.
After what felt like a few minutes to me I woke up in recovery for the 2nd time, this time not intubated but still catheterized. Several weeks later after being in rehab I had to go back to the hospital to get an infection cleaned out. This time I remember being transferred to the gurney from my bed then wheeled to the OR again, I moved myself over to the operating table. Was restrained, my arms out into a T form then the oxygen mask over my face.
This time it was bliss and I had actually wanted to be catheterized and intubated before I was put under but alas they didn't even catheterize me and said they were going to intubate me after I was asleep then remove it before I awake. It all went good, I woke up in what again felt like a few minutes only this time I had a wound vac on my leg which I still do to this day.
Again after a week being released from the hospital then in rehab, I had chest pain and a 102 temp...add the fact I now was on antibiotics 3 x a day through a picc line...my parents rushed me back to the hospital (a 2 hour drive). Again I was at the hospital where I got an mri, ekg, ultrasound of my leg and chest. In my leg they found a pocket of fluid which they drained with a needle. Also I had an infected tooth that was pulled by a dentist that came right to my room, a pretty cool experience in its own right since I got so numbed up and I was given an iv narcotic so I was loopy too.
But anyway, I had surgery scheduled again where they wanted to clean out any possible infection again. I was wheeled to the OR again through all the same procedures again, to my dismay no catheter or intubation while awake. Just the restraints and the awesome sedation I had grown a great feeling for.
Woke up in recovery only this time 2 new wounds including one on the left side of my abdomen which has a vac on it as well. Still one more surgery was planned (here I was thinking they liked me being naked and helpless under their hands...in my dreams I had wanted a sexy OR nurse to play with me) but I doubt that happened so again I was taken to the OR this time again because of pain they put me under before I was on the operating table which saddened me because I loved being restrained. They cleaned me out again, but again didn't catheterize me and only intubated me while asleep.
I woke up in pain and a sore throat this time so I got iv pain killers and ice chips then water. A few days later I got the ok to go home. Now in a week or 2 I might be ready for skin grafts. This time I hope they catheterize me again and intubate me while awake then leave them in. Maybe even I'll ask for a photo of me being intubated.