Three surgeries.
1. I got gassed for my four impacted wisdom teeth and that was amazing. Put on a mask, out, gain awareness in my house while I'm drinking a milkshake and watching a movie. Get told about all the loopy crap I said during my last hour of consciousness. Very little swelling, and fairly good range of motion on the jaw the next day. Great experience.
2. Had an extreme shoulder dislocation, no insurance. Dislocated it a lot (going for rebounds, moving arm in awkward positions, falling while wakeboarding, etc) after that. Finally got insurance and got it done. Interesting fact: I burn anesthia very quickly. They game me 2.5 hours of knock out to get started on the surgery and I woke up 1 hour in. Waking up in the middle of surgery is like being abducted by aliens. You're cold, naked, strapped on to a table, with tubes crammed down your throat. Surrounding you are bright lights, people with goggles, surgery gowns and caps and rubber gloves. It was scary. They had to cut and reattach several muscles. My rotator cuff was 2/3 torn and had to be stretched in order to fit. The head of my humerus "looked like a dog toy" and I had worn away parts of my clavicle and scapula from the bone not sitting properly in the socket. Woke up and when I took my first bowel movement the nurse ended their shift and took off, abandoning a dizzy me to be stuck on the pot. I was tethered to there by my IV. Passed out on the floor of the bathroom. I remember looking at myself in the mirror as I was ringing the emergency speaker and my face got really whitish-green and everything around the edges got fuzzy. I woke up laying on the floor and thought, "I'm going to die on the bathroom floor of a hospital. Tried to get up, passed out. Was woken by a large orderly with a handlebar moustache asking, "Hey, are you alright?" The answer was no. The hospital of course countered that I got out of bed, hung up my own IV and caused this myself. Despite a log being shown for my first bowel movement but no confirmation of completion. Rat bastards. I couldn't even move my arm. It was actually a horrible feeling trying to raise it and getting no response. Also it was my dominant arm. Luckily, being a lefty, I've developed passable right hand aptitude. I spent the summer being electroded and doing silly excercises with a physical therapist. Shoulder is probably 80% and arm has never quite had the mass it used to have. But no dislocations for 6 years, only a couple of times where I've felt it slipping.
I'll tell you about 3 later.
