It’s kinda besides the point. The reason we pay anaesthesiologists so much is because dosing incorrectly is lethal.
Telling them you smoke weed doesnt just shift the amount required to knock you out, it lowers the threshold of what is safe.
An anaesthesiologist is riding the razors edge of consciousness, and is trying to keep the dosage as low as possible.
Waking up in the middle of surgery is more common than most people expect, and most people who wake up are not actually aware they woke up at all because of the amnesia inducing drugs they use (usually benzos).
For example, I woke up, disoriented. Attempted to sit up. Felt my chest hit something, and multiple people grab me. Thought “Oh, that’s the fluoroscope. I’m having surgery. I should stop struggling.” Then, some time later, I woke up again, thumped my chest on the fluoroscope again, felt people grab me again, thought “Oh, no, I’ve woken up again.”
Must really be awful for the poor bastards that are aware but can’t move. I’m comforted by the knowledge I’m getting the gas in a moment.
It’s kinda besides the point. The reason we pay anaesthesiologists so much is because dosing incorrectly is lethal.
Telling them you smoke weed doesnt just shift the amount required to knock you out, it lowers the threshold of what is safe.
An anaesthesiologist is riding the razors edge of consciousness, and is trying to keep the dosage as low as possible.
Waking up in the middle of surgery is more common than most people expect, and most people who wake up are not actually aware they woke up at all because of the amnesia inducing drugs they use (usually benzos).
Fun fact for those still reading:
It’s not really like “I forgot what happened”, it’s more like “I never remembered in the first place”; consider a PlayStation without a memory card.
Aka anterograde amnesia, not filing things into long-term memory.
So no saving to disk, got it.
Experiences vary, though.
For example, I woke up, disoriented. Attempted to sit up. Felt my chest hit something, and multiple people grab me. Thought “Oh, that’s the fluoroscope. I’m having surgery. I should stop struggling.” Then, some time later, I woke up again, thumped my chest on the fluoroscope again, felt people grab me again, thought “Oh, no, I’ve woken up again.”
Must really be awful for the poor bastards that are aware but can’t move. I’m comforted by the knowledge I’m getting the gas in a moment.
I’d argue you had a bad anaesthesiologist
It’s not the only time that’s happened. I require abnormal amount of anesthetics.
Should’ve strapped you the first time.