Life forced me to get on the operating table twice. The first operation I almost lost my temper when I was woken up. I dreamed deeply, the action was pleasant, exciting, the doctors spoiled the whole “show”. Years passed, and again an operation was needed, under general anesthesia. This time, everything didn’t go as the doctors expected: for a few seconds, I was, as they say, “goodbye.”

Patient in hospital Photo: freepik.com

After the intubation, something happened, the anesthesiologist’s legs were cut off. In the end, he “recovered” me, and when I woke up, on the operating table, directly asked: “Do you know that we will lose you? Did you feel something? Did you see something that you can tell us?”. No, it wasn’t anything special, just a flat, uninteresting, somewhat boring dream that didn’t bother me when I woke up.

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