Airazz, 2 years ago

I could feel that I was going out as I counted. It felt as if I slowly lifted an inch above the operating table and rested on a fluffy white cloud. I could feel them inserting catheter and needles but it didn’t hurt even a bit, if anything it tickled. Last sight was the grumpy face of this fridge-sized bald anesthesiologist.

Woke up a second later in Intensive Care unit, surprisingly well rested.

By the way, there was no tube in my mouth. They just put a mask on and it smelled sweet.