I went in for a dual surgery about four years ago. I was scheduled for tonsil removal (they were getting dangerously big - size of golfballs almost) and I was going to find out whether the tumor I had near my wrist was cancerous.
Scary? Well... I was cool up until the IV, then I erupted because I'm not a big fan of needles. At all. I remember the medicine (morphine) starting to sink in, me getting numb and losing my senses. I was carted into the operating room with lights seemingly the size of the sun. And when I woke up, I had a blonde haired nurse offering me some apple juice as my eyes started to creep open. Odd sensation, being completely soaked up with morphine 'n' all.
Fortunately, my tumor was found out to be benign, which means no cancer. (It later grew back, I might add, just goes to show that one cell is all it needs.) Three of the weirdest, faded, colored bumps you'll ever see. And with the surgery scar through them. The recovery wasn't a joy ride by any means, almost two weeks of blah at home. But hey, the ice cream helped. ;D
I plan to get the Nuss procedure (search it if you're interested) for my sunken chest when my family (and my time) can afford it. Which will be much more important and ... bigger than my previous under-the-knife visits. I'll have to go through rehab to learn how to use my new bar-inserted chest. (like waking up without disturbing its position, etc) and I'll be in the hospital for a while. Might see Mork while I'm there. XD!