Well, I freaked out my surgeon by telling him to have a wonderful time at a concert he was chatting about during the operation. And even told him what classical music was playing in the operating room.
His jaw dropped open and quietly and quickly walked away from my bed in the recovery room.
Second operation...don’t recall a single thing. LOL.
As a kid back in 1970 I had my tonsils removed. They put me under with ether and got to work. I heard the medical team talking about the Hinsdale High School’s football season and other topics the entire time. When I was in the recovery room I told the doc that I was aware during the surgery and he said it was impossible. Until I told him what they were talking about.
Very cool story—I would have taunted the surgeon first, something like this.
“The mind can not survive except inside the brain, correct?”
He would probably say yes.
“That means I could not possibly know what classical music you were playing during the operation, correct?”
He would probably say yes.
“If I told you what classical music you were playing would that change your mind?”
He would probably say no.
“OK. Then I won’t waste both of our times talking about (name of classical music) since it will obviously serve no purpose.”
Lol.
He probably went to chew out the anesthesiologist…..