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Today: gynecological procedure

gender: female

age: 31, weight: 72 kg

anesthesia: general anesthetic with propofol

duration: 2,5h

additional: endotracheal tube/bladder catheter

next one please....

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It's been a while since my last post, and these are quotes from various sources, but please take a look.

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Are you ready to breathe the gazzz?

Enjoying my gazzz?

Zzzz..

A... zzzzzlep!

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General Anesthesia

Step 1:

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ready for surgery:

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Innocence/Vulnerability

The noise of the machines in the ICU was deafening. I tried to focus on my breathing, but it was shallow and ragged. I couldn't move. They put an oxygen mask on me, but my condition continued to deteriorate.

I was given many injections. After that, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I felt a foreign object in my throat. It was a long, plastic breathing tube that connected me to a ventilator. With each breath in and out, I felt the cold air pass through the tube and into my lungs. The rhythmic hissing of the machine reminded me that I had lost control of my own body. After numerous surgeries, I ended up in a coma, tethered to the ventilator.

I'm still here. Yes, I'm alone and completely paralyzed. I still can't even wiggle a finger. I was in a coma for a long time. Too long.

The doctors performed the necessary surgeries. When I finally woke up, I felt something foreign, something lodged in my throat. I couldn't believe they had done a tracheostomy. The complete dependence on the ventilator made me vulnerable and defenseless, causing a feeling of helplessness. I looked at the doctor, and in his eyes, I saw sympathy but also a kind of detachment. "Everything will be fine," he said. But I didn't believe a single word. And now I can't even make a sound.

I felt an unpleasant weight in my nasal cavity. The long nasogastric tube, which was sustaining my life, deprived me of the ability to eat on my own, emphasizing my complete dependence on the medical staff. Although there was no physical pain, the feeling of a foreign body in my body caused discomfort and anxiety. The catheters and other tubes hanging around me intensified the feeling of dependence, as if I were chained to the bed, powerless to change anything.

Most of the time, I listen to the rhythmic breathing of the machines. The doctors and nurses examine me regularly, checking my vital signs.

I am periodically disconnected from the ventilator to clear my airways of mucus. Each cleaning procedure is a reminder of my dependence on the machine. Those few seconds when I am disconnected from the ventilator cause me to feel helpless and afraid of the unknown.

After the tracheostomy tube is cleaned, I am quickly reconnected to the ventilator. The rhythmic hissing soothes me. In this peaceful isolation, I find a certain peace, accepting my vulnerability.

Meet With Two Souls - Ep. 7

Touboui F - Ep. 8

Innocent Love

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What comes next?

What's happening to me? Where am I? My head hurts, my thoughts are racing. I try to remember what happened last. Only darkness and this constant noise. I'm scared. Alone. I don't understand what's going on.

That noise, it's strange. Are there medical machines around me? I try to move my hand, but it's heavy, it doesn't obey me. I feel a heavy medical collar on my neck. I must still be in the hospital.

This tube... It's in my mouth. Is it a breathing tube? Am I connected to a ventilator? Why? How much time has passed? I'm afraid I'll stay here forever, chained to this bed.

I fell asleep again. Probably for a long time. They removed the medical collar. However, I feel another tube. It's inserted into my nose. Why? Fear grips me again. What else have they done to me? I try to move my hand, but it's still heavy.

Finally, I wake up. There's a surgical cap on my head. There's an oxygen mask on my face. It's still hard for me to breathe. I try to calm down.

Now there's an oxygen cannula on my face. I felt relief when the cool air entered my lungs.

My hair... it's long. How long have I been asleep? Was I in a coma... I'm still very weak. While I was asleep - I was paralyzed. I couldn't even breathe on my own. I was connected to a ventilator. This device is still standing by my bed.

I'm still helpless. The doctors are probably ready to connect me to this machine. Resigned to my condition, I took a deep breath and felt a glimmer of hope that everything would be alright.

Yeah, Thats How It Is - E47

While You Were Sleeping - S01 E01

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I thought he looked Japanese, but it seems that I was not, so I'll leave it to your imagination as to whether this is before he had surgery for a torn meniscus in his knee.

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This quote is from a drama that has been broadcast in Japan since January 2024. In previous dramas, there weren't many actors who kept their ears tucked inside their hair caps, but in this drama, it seems like most of them keep their ears tucked inside their hair caps, which makes me very happy. I may be a little out of touch with everyone from the perspective of having an anesthesia fetish, but I appreciate your continued support.

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A young female anesthesiologist. She is also attractive in her appearance and in her doctor's surgical cap.

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Once this is complete, anesthesia will be induced. It's not the beginning of my path into medical fetishism, but it's one I remember vividly. First, they placed an oxygen mask over my mouth to induce anesthesia to bring pure oxygen into my body.

The anesthesiologist asked me, ``Do you know what anesthesia is?'' I was reminded of my surgery in April. When I answered that I didn't know at the time, a black mask was suddenly placed over my mouth, and I instinctively moved from side to side of her face to try to remove it, but it was a futile struggle. The memory of her fading out came back to me.

My memories after that are too vague and don't have any fetish elements, so I'll leave it here. Immediately after surgery, oxygen was administered using a nasal cannula instead of an oxygen mask.

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As soon as I entered the operating room, I was moved to the surgery table and preparations for the surgery began. I secured an infusion route to install a blood pressure monitor and an electrocardiogram monitor for routine vital sign checks, but at this time I realized that I had not been able to secure a route for my surgery in April, so I had to use Teflon instead. I remember wasting a total of 10 needles. This time, I was finally able to secure it on my third try.

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I got off the elevator and entered the operating room on a stretcher. In the operating room lobby, I transferred from the stretcher I had boarded from the ward to the operating room stretcher, and then moved to the operating room where my surgery was scheduled. At this time, I took off the surgical yukata I had been wearing from the hospital room and was transferred to the stretcher, so the lobby of the operating room felt very cold. Incidentally, the room temperature was 25 degrees Celsius, but it felt very cold. Of course, I continued without taking off the cap that was placed on my head.

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Then, at 8:00 a.m., the nurse brought a stretcher and said, ``You'll ride on this and go into the operating room.'' So I put on my surgical yukata and diaper and put on the stretcher. On the way to the operating room, a nurse placed a blue paper shower cap over my head. Then I headed to the operating room. The photo perfectly matches the image of the moment.

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One of my Christmas memories is, ``It's a medical fetish story.'' Thirty-three years ago on Christmas Day, I was admitted to a general hospital in the city where I was undergoing re-operation on my left leg, which had been injured in a traffic accident in the spring. I remember that the hospital was almost in a Christmas mood.

When I was admitted to the hospital, the first thing I did was go to the outpatient anesthesiology department, where I received explanations about the next day's surgery.As I was still an elementary school student at the time, my curiosity took over and I was in what we would now call a high-tension state.

Then I returned to the ward and pre-treatment began. First of all, the surgical site was shaved, a procedure that is now almost obsolete, but back then it was a common practice. In my case, the entire left lower leg was to be shaved, so the nurse applied shaving cream to the entire lower leg and shaved it off. There wasn't much hair growing yet, but it seemed like they had to shave off the downy hair, so they were careful not to damage it.

After that, I took a bath, but after the evening meal I took some laxatives. I didn't eat anything after 8pm, so I calmly fell asleep.

The next day was the day of surgery, so I had not eaten or eaten since morning, so of course I didn't have breakfast. Instead, the treatment began in the morning. First of all, in the morning...it's an enema. After being given an enema from an IV bottle on the table in the treatment room, I had to endure the 5 minutes while fighting the strong urge to defecate. After that, I went to the toilet to defecate, took my last bath before surgery, and changed clothes once I felt refreshed.

When changing clothes, wear disposable diapers instead of pants. I was made to wear a surgical yukata, front to back, without an undershirt. It's like wearing a kappo kimono. I was scheduled to go to the operating room at 8 a.m., the first thing in the morning, so I was waiting in the hospital room when a nurse brought me an injection. This was also an intramuscular injection into the buttocks for premedication of anesthesia, which is no longer seen at all. My first intramuscular injection in my buttocks. At that time, it seems that the place where antipyretic drugs were injected intramuscularly in the event of a fever was decided to be the buttocks, but this was my first experience and I remember crying.

Even though I cried out, I couldn't move forward, so I was given an injection at my mercy. I remember she was in so much pain that she was crying until just before she went into the operating room.