The last time I went under, I was talking to the nurses about the equipment in the room and stuff and the last thing I really remember is asking what drug they gave me, and when I learned it was fentanyl I was like “oh, this is fentanyl? It’s pretty nice. I can see why it’s a controlled substance, yeah.”

I’m entirely sure I continued to be annoying though, even if I don’t remember it. Mostly because they don’t tend to bother trying to get me to count, they just kept me chattering. Same thing when they wake me up. I tend to be… “helpful”… removing monitor pads and such and slurring my way through asking how it went, if I gave them any trouble, and when I come around a bit more, asking if they amputated the wrong limb (I’ve never had a limb removed).