I’m one of the unlucky ones who’ve woken up paralyzed but feeling everything during surgery. It was the worst experience of my life, by several orders of magnitude. I would almost rather they’d foregone the anaesthesia altogether and given me a pint of whiskey and a leather bit to chew on. But I was thirteen and it was oral surgery, so that wasn’t happening. And now as a result my mouth looks and smells like a rotting colonial graveyard due to phobia.
