I had a not so great experience with my DS. Apparently, I came out of surgery just fine. I don't remember waking up or the recovery room at all. I was doing fine when they took me to my room. I vaguely remember them transfering me to my bed. DH says I was *****ing about the pulse ox thing on my finger, and since I was doing so well, they agreed to take it off of my finger so I'd stfu. I apparently fell asleep and my head fell over, cutting off my oxygen supply. At that time, I had a nasal canula. DH was sitting across the room from me, and says I made a snorting sound. It was loud enough that it made him look up at me from his video game. My face was purple, and my arms and hands were ash grey. He tried to straighten my head up and shake me around, but I didn't respond. He pressed the call button, and a nurse stuck her head in the door. It was shiftchange, so there was double the normal staff there. The nurse took one look at me, yelled to the others that she needed help, and all hell broke loose! DH tells me there were six nurses, a respiratory therapist and an ER doctor in my room. After they sat me up, flipped me on my side, and pumped a bunch of air into me, I finally came to. I, of course, remember nothing...thank God! One of the nurses wanted to give me Narcan, but the others demanded they wait for the ER doc to get in there. I'm so thankful that she listened to them! I would have been in tremendous pain, had they given me that Narcan! After they got me stablized, I did fine, but they weren't allowed to take the pulse ox off of me.
Sorry if my story scared you, but remember that everyone reacts different to anesthesia, each time they have it...I have, anyway. This was the first not so good experience I've had.