I remember being wheeled into the anteroom to the operating theatre, I was already relaxed from my pre-med. The anaesthetist put a line in the back of my hand and was chatting/joking with me. I was expecting him to tell me when I would be put under.
The next thing I knew I had someone who seemed to be shouting in my ear, calling my name and telling me it was all over and that the surgery had gone well. I recall a distinct feeling of real annoyance that I missed the starting pistol - how dare he not give me any prior warning! LOL! I have no recollection of any dreams or awareness of anything between those two moments in time, it was like an instantaneous switch from one time/place to the other.
*clicks fingers*
So... that first moment... I was very hazy, from the drugs, but I was not in any discomfort and I knew where I was and what I was there for. They asked me to cough... I think the breathing tube was probably removed at that point, though I have no recollection of it being there. I drifted off to sleep again.
I have disjointed memories of the first 48 hours with very little recollection of being in the ICU. I recall being moved from ICU to the intermediate CICU ward (this was about 16 hours after first waking up) and that they were pleased with my progress. I had lots of wires/tubes in me and at times felt some pain but I was promptly given painkillers and found it all fairly bearable providing I didn't move around too much. I slept a lot. Many of the wires/tubes were removed before I went down to the regular cardiac ward.
My head cleared on day 3, I think, probably because by then I did not need the oral morphine any more. Although there is much that I can't recall
now, I do think that at the time I was reasonably "with it" on many occasions during the first 24-36 hours - I can remember chatting to the nurses, eating/drinking, taking an interest in procedures, talking to the doctor, having people doing their rounds and discussing my case, bed sheets being changed - all that sort of thing. I just don't recall much of the detail now.
I think that overall, with the drugs in my system, I really didn't care all that much about what state I was in, I was quite matter-of-fact about it, even jokey.... the tubes in my neck were my "Borg implant", for instance (hubby and I are sci-fi fans) and I just tried to think of myself as a curvacious "Seven of Nine" character rather than someone with a rather battered and abused post-op body. Yep, thinking about it... the drugs are pretty good when you have surgery, hehe!