Painfully conscious during wisdom teeth removal :(

I finally had to get my wisdom teeth removed now since it's winter break and I am so glad it's finally over, it ended up being quite a nightmare ;-;

I was told I was going to be put under completely for the surgery and was expecting one of those "count down and you're asleep" type things but as the aid was literally already pumping medicine into my arm I asked when I was gonna pass out and he said it wasn't remotely similar to hospital level sedation.

I completely freaked out and was trying to ask what he meant but the fentanyl analgesic was already kicking in like a horse and I couldn't explain why I was so confused and panicked. The doctor assured me this was the last thing I was going to remember before recovery. He was incredibly wrong.

(Later I found out there was a problem with the anaesthetic and I had stopped breathing because of it so they had to take me out of it and continue the surgery without me being entirely unconscious but merely on the verge of it)

I don't know exactly what happened next or how conscious I was but I recall slipping in and out of awareness and at multiple points being entirely aware of my surroundings but unable to coherently speak. The first time, the surgeon was jamming a large metal pin or needle deep into my gum where each tooth that was going to be removed was, and since it was full removal that was all four corners of my mouth. It was agonizing. I don't know if I was able to cry out in pain or if I just imagined I was shouting.

The second coherent memory I still maintained was much later of actual drilling or some sort of scraping tool boring into my back right wisdom tooth and jaw. I could feel the vibrations radiating through my jaw and skull and even though the pain was heavily numbed at this point I could feel it through my gums. I was in a socked panic for the full duration of that segment but was not nearly as aware of my surroundings or if I was even able to move.

I came to awareness in recovery later completely delirious and confused. At the time I had a much more solid recollection of the events and was convinced I hadn't been put under at all due to how much I remembered. It was the strangest thing however, as my memory of the surgery was more like remembering a dream; when I first was fully awake, I could recall it all as if it had just happened but it slowly faded away to just the key details I remember now. At the time though, the anger was remaining just as strongly despite my confusion. I was unable to decipher the explanations they gave me and demanded repeatedly to know what medication I was on, trying to continue my questioning from before I was being sedated. In retrospect I'm quite embarrassed their staff had to deal with my unintelligible ramblings, but I'm sure it must come with the territory, considering their occupation.

I was dismissed to go home as I struggled to regain a grip on what was going on. On the drive back I tried to figure out what had happened in the recovery room as the pain began to wash in.

I was supposed to be sent back with a prescription for oxycodone or a similar pain killer but nothing had been sent to the pharmacy so it was a brutal several hours of regaining pain and sobriety slowly. Luckily, we got the pain killer situation figured out and I'm on something pretty strong now. I'm mostly writing this as a sort of journal in case I can't keep the details clear while on these meds.

Overall, can't say I recommend the whole ordeal, I've had certainly had better days. At least my mouth is going to be a little less crowded. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯