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Maternity Assistant's Admission Procedure
You saw the ad for “maternity assistant”. It didn't require prior experience and looked like you could qualify. New in town without a job and always having a “thing” about hospitals, you jumped at the opportunity.
You were quickly called up for an interview which was more interested in your health history and social life than work experience and you breezed through having none to report. You were elated when they informed you that you have been chosen and invited you for a physical exam, after which “you could start almost immediately", whatever that meant.
At the end of a very thorough check-up, you were called in to the Doctor's office.
“Very good,” exclaimed the Doctor after reviewing all your test results. “You are in the pink of health and passed all the tests with flying colours. Congratulations and we are please to admit you to our program. Sister here will usher you to the final station for your admission procedures.”
The Sister, whom you didn't realise was already there beside you, held your arm and ushered you into another room. You signed all the papers that were presented to you. You were just looking forward to putting on some clothes and going home. It’s been a tiring morning.
“Good,” she said as she arranged the signed documents in a file. “We are good to go. Please follow me.”
She swipped her security pass on the card reader to an adjoining door and it slid open. You were ushered into the room and there was an awaiting nurse in scrubs.
You were taken aback by what you saw. Behind the nurse was an operating table with shackles placed at the ankle and on the arm extensions. There was an anesthesia rack with all the machineries on one end. On the other, there were gynaecology looking tools laid out on a tray. There was something omnimous about it. You instinctively recoiled in fear and bumped into the Sister who was standing behind you.
“What's happening? What is this about?!” You asked as you tried to wiggle your way out of the room.
“Your admission procedure, honey.” She said as she held you in a bear hug.
“What admission procedure!? Wasn't all the paper work done?”
“The papers were precisely to get you admitted to the hospital. The program starts right now!”
You tried to struggle out of her embrace but as you were fighting, the nurse lifted your flimsy hospital gown and injected something into your buttocks.
It stung and the Sister let you go. You turned around and saw the nurse holding an empty syringe. They were both staring at you knowingly as you rubbed your buttocks and cursed under your breath.
“What was that?” You asked with trepidation. Then the warmth from the injection site started to spread across your body, down your legs and up your spine. Your world started spinning as your legs felt wobbly. The nurses quickly sprang into action and held you up while guiding you towards the table.
“No, please. What are you doing? What is this about? Please don't. I need to get out of here,” you said as your speech was becoming slurry.
You tried to resist and get down from the table but you were becoming weaker.
“Be a good girl and get on the table now. You are not going anywhere like this.” They managed to coerce you onto the table despite your protests.
Once on the table, they untied your hospital gown.
“No need for this,” said the nurse as they slipped the gown down your flailing arms. Then holding on to your hands, the Sister forced you to lie down on the table and held you in a surrender position.
“No. Please no. Let me go. Please.”
But they ignored your pleas. The nurse came up to help the Sister. They took one arm each and secured them to the arm extension on both sides of the gurney as you looked on helplessly.
“Good. That's it, no more trouble from you now.”
Then the nurses went to the other end and started to secure the shackles onto your ankles.
The horror of it suddenly daunted on you as you laid there naked, strapped to the operating table with the two nurses in scrubs starring expectantly down at you. You tried to get up and run but you had no leverage, not to mention the drug coursing through your body making your muscles soft and weak.
They started taking a clip board as if ticking off a check list and making notes of what they were going to do to you. You had butterflies in your stomach as you imagined all the bad things that could happen to you, top of mind being a living cadaver for them to take all your organs and selling them in the black market. Or giving you ECT to make you a vegetable as they performed experiments on you.
“Please, don't. Please let me go.” You were begging in between uncontrollable sobs.
“Don't worry, honey, we will take good care of you.” The Sister said nonchalantly as she went through her checklist.
“What are you going to do to me?” You asked shakily.
“We are going to sedate you. Then we are going to prepare you for your long stay with us.” She said as she fiddled with machines on the anesthesia rack.
“What do you mean long stay? I was supposed to work here as a maternity assistant. Why do I need to be prepared?”
“Well honey, you are going to help with our breeders program. We are trying to promote fertility.” She said as she held your head between her hands. Then she leaned in real close and said with a cold smile, “And there is no babies without a healthy womb like yours.”
You realised that what you signed up for was to be a surrogate! You were going to be impregnated and held captive throughout your pregnancy until you delivered the baby!
You tried to shake your head but it wouldn't move under her grasp. You tried to kick and struggle but the restraints held you firmly.
"What are you going to do to me!? Please let me go! I don't want any of this! Let me go now!" You were blabbering hysterically and Sister was getting impatient. She stuffed a good stack of gauze into your mouth and muffled your screams.
“Mmmphf...mmmmphf...” was all you could managed.
“This is my favourite part,” said the Sister to the nurse.
She went to the side of the table and without warning, slipped a gloved finger into your vagina.
“Oh! Wet as expected!” She exclaimed as she continued to tease you. “You know, eight out of ten of these potential surrogates get excited over the prospects of being impregnated. And I could tell this one was going to be one of them."
She teased you expertly and continued, "let me explain what we are going to do to you and you can decide if you want any of it.."
“First we are going to put your legs in the stirrups and strap you down tight. Then we shave you until you are smooth as a baby down there. After that, we are going to insert a catheter in you to drain your urine.”
“Mmmphhh!” you protested. You could imagine your legs being spread wide open. You imagined yourself struggling as the shaving foam was lathered around your groin. You felt the scrapping of the shaver, becoming less grating with each stroke, until it became smooth with the blade gliding without friction as you became more and more hairless down there.
With that, you shuddered as a wave of arousal washed over you. It did not go undetected.
“Yes, that's right. It's getting you all excited.” She was unrelenting with her fingers. “We are going to insert the lubricated tube into your urethra. It will go all the way to your bladder and you will lose control of your bladder,” as she penetrated you deeper and deeper while rubbing your wet clit and the opening of your urethra with her thumb.
You were finding it hard to focus your mind now. Your eyes had since rolled to the back of your head as you followed every detail of her descriptions. Whatever she said just fired your imagination. You could feel the lubricant being spread around your labia. You felt the intrusive penetration of the rubber tube into your urethra and suddenly, the urge to go. Then unconsciously, your urine flowed.
"Amazing..." cooed the Sister as she saw urine leaking between your tighs. "I have never seen one like this... "
You were panting unevenly as you gasped every time she hit your sensitive spots. Your legs were trembling with need as you tried to grip her slippery gloved hands between your thighs.
She continued as you listened, hypnotised. “To make sure you are ready for long period of stasis, we will also flush out your bowels. We will insert a nasogastric tube up your nostril and an orogastric tube down your throat, into your stomach and fill you with some strong laxatives to help with the purge.”
You imagined the tube going up your nose and instinctively pushed your head back. You gagged involuntarily as you imagine the tube going through the back of your throat. Then you imagine your stomach filling with laxatives and you felt bloated.
“But don't worry,” she said as she glided her gloved finger from your dripping slit, down your perineum, and lingered around your anus, coating it well with your over-flowing juice. “We will insert an enema hose into your rectum,” at which point she inserted her lubricated finger into your anus which drew a loud gasp from you. And she started working you with her two fingers in your rectum and her thumb in your vagina. "It will drain you of your filthy junk in your intestines until everything is clear."
You farted long and hard. You were shaking your head left and right as you tried to stop the onslaught on your mind but at the same time, your body was yearning for release, thrashing against the restraints and writhing against her fingers to get more.
“Oh! Good girl. Look at you...” she said as she admired your sweaty body glistening under the surgical lights. Her other hand started to pinch your erect nipples. “That's right, this one is so hot and needy!"
"Once you are admitted, we will prime your body with hormones and drugs to get you to peak fertility. You will feel super horny all the time." She was increasing the pace of her ministrations and was driving you absolutely crazy.
"And when your body is finally ready, we will bring you to the insemination room. We will strap you to the operating table and spread you wide on stirrups. We will sedate you and we will implant the embryos into your womb."
As she ran her other hand over your tummy, she said, "in no time, your belly will swell until it is ripe and round, all ready for you to deliver the baby to us.”
It was too much to take as you imagine yourself heavily pregnant and ready to pop - the tension in your belly, the weight against your back, the pressure on your hips and the swollen breasts with lactating teats.
You shivered with excitement as you imagine the labour cramps as you tried to squeeze the baby down the birth canal. The thought of the baby crowning tipped you over the edge and you came and came! You thrashed madly against the restraints as your body went into violent seizures.
Sister just kept going and you were going mad with wave after wave of ecstasy!
It took a long while before your finally released all the built-up pressure and slumped back on the table, fully exhausted and barely conscious. Your chest was heaving as you struggled to control your jagged breaths.
“Excellent! Looks like you are going to like it here. You are going to be perfect!" The Sister said as she started cleaning you up while the nurse went about setting up the stirrups.
"We are going to have so much fun with you! Time for you to take a rest while we get to work.”
The Sister was back at the head of the table. She held the held the mask in one hand as she cleaned the sweat off your face with the other. She ignored your weak pleas to stop as she removed the gag. Then holding your face, she cupped the mask over your nose and mouth. You heard the hissing and immediately detected a strong pungent smell.
“Breathe. That's it. Time to go to sleep. Breathe.”
Given how exhausted you were, the gas had an immediate effect on you. There was no more fight left. Your limbs wer like dead weight. You felt like your head was sinking through the pillow as it enveloped you, smouldering your consciousness. Your world was getting darker with each breath.
“Yes, sleep..... welcome to your new life under the program... Good girl....” was the last thing you heard...
In my happy place, enjoying the warm air and floating away. Anyone want to join me?
Will I be next?
Your new roommate offers you a private visit to the hospital she is working at. She has told you about the Breeders Program and she wants to show you what is it about. Do you accept?
You gladly accepted, of course! You wanted to find out more about the Breeders Program that she had been talking about. You have been very curious to find out what they were doing, and what it was like being a surrogate. The fact that she asked you to come after work made it sound even more clandestine and enticing. You wanted to see the real deal.
You met her at the emergency exit at the back of the building and sneaked in unregistered under cover of darkness. Nobody knew you were there. You took the service lift and was able to access the basement with her staff pass.
She brought you to an empty office with a folded hospital gown on the examination table. She handed you the gown and said you should try to blend in. You quickly changed after she drew the privacy curtain and was all excited about the visit. She said she will be showing you all the different treatment rooms and equipment.
She came back with a wheelchair once you are done. She strapped you to the wheelchair across the chest for your safety and you didn't resist. You wondered why the strap also ran over your arms but you imagined that was probably the way it was done. She also gave you a wrist-tag and you were impressed by her preparations.
You checked the tag as she was putting a bouffant cap over your head. You got a bit concerned when you noted it had all you details on it. But you started moving before you could ask her about it.
You passed a few nurses and they acknowledged your roommate while looking at you with some interest.
“Our guest for tonight?” one asked and your roommate nodded. You wondered if that was how they addressed their patients and how often they had “guests", especially “night ones". While you were excited about the tour, you were beginning to feel a bit vulnerable. What if you walked into a trap!?
The first room you came looked like it came out of a science fiction movie. You see sedated patients, all pregnant, and connected to sophisticated machines through various tubes and cables. You were mesmerised by the heaving swollen bellies and the sound of heavy breathing in the room as their transparent masks fogged up with their breaths. You started to wonder what they were doing in this hospital.
“This is the Breeders Programme. Fertile ladies at their prime are recruited as surrogates. They are carrying genetically enhanced babies. The machines they are hooked up to ensure they are well nourished and properly conditioned. They are kept lightly sedated so they are always cooperative and never disturbed.”
You wondered why there are uncooperative patients and asked if they volunteered. Your roommate simply said “they turned up on their own free will.” You were a bit sceptical and wondered it you had not also “turned up on your own free will.” But she was already wheeling you out of the room.
Next stop was a little scientific looking lab area with lots of cryonic tanks and test tubes and bubbling chemicals. A technician was looking through a microscope and manipulating some pipette in a petri dish. Smoking liquid nitrogen added to the mysteriousness of it all and sent a chill down your spine.
“You probably guessed it. Embryos for our next surrogate volunteer.” You almost saw your roommate gesturing volunteer in inverted commas. You swallowed hard as you start to feel your nakedness under the gown. You were imagining it was for you and they were going to implant the embryo into you. Despite your predicament, you closed your eyes and shuddered at that sudden onslaught of arousal. You have no wish to be a mindless baby vessel but couldn't help imagining yourself in the earlier room. You could feel the wetness below as your naked bottoms rubbed against the seat of the wheelchair. You secretly wished she would show you the impregnation process.
“It's time,” she announced and your heart skipped a beat. Without any explanation, you followed the technician out into the corridor and to the operating suite. You were sure they were going to impregnate you!
There was a flurry of activities as you entered the operating room. To your great relief, there was a patient on a gurney and the srubbing nurses were just transferring her over to the operating table. You were only going to watch after all but it got your really wet down under.
She looked disorientated, probably given some sedatives prior to this. Her limbs flopped clumsily as the nurses positioned her on the table with her arms on the side board and legs on the stirrups. Then she was strapped in securely. Her eyes were already unfocused when the anaesthetist brought the black mask over her face. You thought you saw her struggling and shaking her head but you weren't sure as it was too weak.
The anaesthesia mask was held tightly and she was told to breathe deeply. She frowned and her head shook feebly. Was it the anaesthetist or the patient? She struggled against the restraints momentarily but soon, she was unconscious.
The technician handed the long pipette to the surgeon and she went to work immediately. The image of the womb was visible on the ultrasound machine as she skilfully guided the tip through the cervix and into the womb. The embryos were released and it was done.
It was too hot for you and you rubbed your thighs against one another. Your thighs were well lubricated from your own juice. You hands moved involuntarily to ease the urge which you realised only when the strap held them back. Your roommate noticed your excitement and wheeled you out of the operating suite into a smaller room just across the corridor.
The room was lined with cabinets filled with medical supplies and a small sink. It was a preparatory room where patients were prepped. In the middle of the room was a gurney with straps and cuffs dangling at the side. Your roommate locked the door and announced it was time to have some fun.
She pulled up a pair of sterile gloves and made a show of putting them on. Then she walked up to you and put two fingers into your mouth. You instinctively licked them as she slid them down your throat. It was hard to hide your own excitement as she worked her finger in and out.
She released you from the wheelchair and both of you engaged in some heavy patting. She expertly untied your gown and manipulated your body. You surrendered to her advances and you ended up naked on the gurney.
You hesitated and struggled half-heartedly when she started securing your wrists to the cuffs followed by the straps across the body. You couldn't tell if this was part of the play or was it a trap that she had set. Either way, it drove your fetish to a higher level and you trembled with excitement when you saw her with the black rubber mask over your head.
You shook your head from side to side and pleaded no but it was unconvincing. Somehow, she seemed to know this was your darkest fantasy. You struggled against the restraints and realised that they were secure and tight. She cupped your face and her piercing eyes above her mask made your stomach churn with a deep fear laced with desire.
When she finally held it over your face, you took a deep breath to smell the rubber and let the vacuum hold the mask tight to your face. The delicious gas flowed and you let it fill your lungs. You fought against yhe restraints but your limbs were held firmly in place. Your struggles only made you breathe harder. Your world started to spin and you realised how vulnerable you were. They had you now and there was no escape. The thought of you being impregnated like the patient you just saw brought you over the edge. You came at that thought and thrashed against the restraints. And in the throes of ecstasy, your world lost its edges as you slowly went under.
Was this for real or was this for fun? You will find out when you wake up.
Eine interessante und schön geschriebene Geschichte
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Rubber nun goals
Now I like this. A tight latex muzzle firmly strapped over the head, with a stuffed clear tape gag wrapped underneath. Her nose is almost pushed flat, leaving breathing quite difficult.
@underskin0322
Labor 1963
Paris trips over her pink velour track hoodie, 2004
Being strapped down helps ensure the gas is taken in enough to make one totally submissive.
How did you get into your (our) fetish? What was it like for you as you realized what you liked?❤️
How I became a fan of anaesthesia...
the most intense experience was probably the firs, timehen I got appendicitis as a child. There were still nuns in the hospital. nuns..they did a lot of the work that is now done by nurses and assistants.
They took me out of the room, I had been given a sedative, but when they came to get me there was probably no
I was lying in the bed and ran away...to the toilet...I locked myself in...they persuaded me to come out....
to come out...then I was taken to the basement - by lift - everything was tiled in white - a kind of
a kind of slaughterhouse atmosphere...
I lay there on the bed and the 3 nuns who had brought me into the cellar sat on a bench and prayed loudly.
Then, after some time, I was taken into an anather room...they took my pyjamas off and put my surgical shirt on...of course I panicked...I wanted to run away again, but they held me down and rolled me straight into the operating theatre...there they lifted me onto the operating table and some nurses started to strap me down with heavy leather straps.
I tried to break free - but I didn't have a chance...they put leather cuffs on my feet, over my knees, on my arms, on my chest.
I screamed - they should let me go. I was terrified.
Then a nurse told me to put a "hood" on my nose and to take a deep breath.
I moved my head back and forth, because I didn't want to put the big black thing, which stank so disgustingly of rubber (like old rubber boots), in my mouth.
(like old rubber boots) in my face...
The (actually nice young nurse) was then replaced by a much older nun who pushed the mask out of my face quite brutally.
the mask from my face quite brutally....at first I wanted to hold my breath, but then I started shouting again and swearing like a rat.
.. pure panic. then I noticed a very pungent chemical smell...and after a few breaths the noise around me
breaths the noise around me became louder but at the same time more distant...I could still hear the people talking
but I couldn't understand anything any more...my vision was anyway obscured by my rubber gloved hands and it was getting
slowly dark around me...
The whole experience brought me a few years later to rubber and latex, bondage...breathing games, breath control
and anaesthesia...
I then played doctor and patient over and over again with my sister who was about younger than me...my (children's)
knowledge to her. Fortunately for me, she found it more fun to be a doctor or a nurse.
My sister had the idea to put her old rubber boots on my face as an anaesthetic mask...I was shocked at first - because there it was again, the rubber smell of the anaesthetic mask...paired with the smell of foot sweat.
But I accepted the mixture very quickly and found it very intoxicating....
When I was about 8 or 9 years old, I noticed by chance that the cleaning brushes for (old) typewriters had a liquid in the glass tubes that smelled exactly like the anaesthetic...I tried it of course and the effect was
was phenomenal - exactly the same as the narcosis....but unfortunately the amount was not enough to satisfy my craving for it....
I then found out that the stain remover my mother had in the kitchen cupboard was similar to this
but I put some of it on a cloth and inhaled ...again a direct hit.
Then I remembered the rubber boots - only my sister didn't have them any more - but rubber riding boots...and those
smelled even worse of rubber and her feet...so I put the cloth soaked with lots of stain water into one of the boots, laid down
boots, lay down on the bed, put on my mother's brown washing gloves.
and then, with trembling hands, I put the rubber riding boot over my mouth and nose....
At first it smelled only of rubber and feet, then after a few breaths the smell of the stain remover was added...
my anaesthesia...I began to satisfy myself...it was wonderful! By the way, the stain water contained Trilen (trichloroethylene), which was also used as an anaesthetic for a while.
But I noticed that it took much longer to get an orgasm and that the orgasm was not as intense as usual...
as usual...but somehow flatter but much longer...I was satisfied...
I then tried to get some information and read in various encyclopaedias about anaesthesia and anaesthetics.
was to be found.... I also found out that it is not without danger.
One encyclopaedia said that chloroform was often used in the lava lamps or mica lamps that were fashionable in the 70s.
I organised one for myself at the flea market and took it apart.
just a sealed bottle with over a litre of clear liquid with glitter in it....I opened the bottle and immediately smelt the sweet smell...
Of course I immediately tasted the effect...very intense!!!
In an article in a motor magazine I read about a starter spray for cars - "Startpilot"....
I got myself a can - sprayed it on a cloth and found that the smell was very appealing. Very strong chemical - almost brutal.... of course I tried it at home with a cloth in my sister's rubber boots...again a complete success....
Of course I tried to get hold of a anesthesia mask - no problem today - but at that time it was very difficult to find it on Ebay.....
difficult. I was lucky that during the renovation of our school, when the gym was demolished, the box with the Ambubag was thrown away.
the Ambubag was thrown on a rubbish container - the anaesthetic mask and breathing bag became MINE! I then experimented a bit with it.
And when I was finally 18 years old I went to my local pharmacy and ordered 2.5 litres of ether in a tin canister.
When the pharmacist asked me what I needed it for, I told him that I had model aeroplanes and I used the ether as a fuel additive.
I never had any problems with it again. A few years later, when I noticed that the cream syphons were filled with nitrous oxide capsules, I naturally bought one...I had read that nitrous oxide was used together with ether to induce anaesthesia...so I tested it...with my girlfriend at the time...I put about 4 cl. of ether into the cream syphon... Ether into the cream syphon and put some cotton wool on it, then I unloaded 2 capsules into the syphon and connected the whole thing with a rubber tube to my self-made anaesthesia unit: mask, folded tube and 6 litre breathing bag... My girlfriend tied me with belts to the bed.
She asked me to take a few deep breaths and told me to take a deep breath... she put the mask on my face and I breathed out...
and filled the breathing bag...then she activated the cream syphon and the ether/nitrous oxide mixture flowed into the bag...the first breath was like a fist hitting me in the pillows...it was so of hot...I
instinctively tried to get rid of the mask, but my girlfriend sat on top of me and pressed the mask firmly onto my face...
.then I felt her pressing the syphon again and a fresh stream of the gas mixture hit me in the face...I felt it
in my face ...I felt just like I did as a child...(only now I could enjoy it full of horniness) I was out
after 8-10 breaths...she removed the mask and when I was awake again after 15-20 minutes I anaesthetized her...
anaesthetised...she also liked it a lot...
I’ve seen a few gifs and videos featuring this girl, usually billed as “Russian drooler” or some such… Her model name is Astrid, for those interested in further research. ;)
My Hospital Mistake.
I was attending the Podiatry Department of our local Hospital.
In growing toenails on my big toes, that were now growing into my toes instead of up and out where they could be trimmed.
Today was my initial appointment where I had been assesed and now would be seen by a Doctor on my next visit.
The Nurse sprayed my toes with Freezing Spray to numb them and carefully trimmed the parts of the nail that were downturned and digging in hard.
The Hospital was all new, well this part was, so I had to read the overhead signs to find where I was going, also to try and locate the exit to get out.
Coming along a long corridor I read the sign and it said Endoscopy and Dental Waiting area.
I never realised there was a Dental area in the Hospital.
I detoured towards where the sign pointed, at the end of that short corridor was two yellow doors with Endoscopy above them.
Looking left there were six seats in two rows of three, on the wall was Tooth care posters and another sign that read, Dental Patients with appointments Please take a seat and somone will attend you shortly.
Looking past the corner with the seats revealed another set of double yellow doors.
Dental Surgical Suite the sign above read.
Mounted on the wall was three boxes with shut off valves.
Dental Suite shut off point.
Oxygen
Nitrous Oxide.
VACUUM
The taps were labelled on the boxes.
I wondered if there was General Anaesthetic machines inside.
I had always had a very keen interest in Anaesthesia ever since I first had Anaesthetic Gas at the Dentist, and a few times since.
I had also been put to sleep twice in Hospital with the black rubber anaesthetic mask.
I approached the yellow doors hoping to see through the glass windows to inside.
The glass was mirrored, obviously to stop people looking inside.
I was about to turn and go back to the long corridor and the way out when the yellow door opened and a young lady stood looking at me.
Can I help you? She asked.
Looking at the woman I realised she was Hospital Staff and on her white shirt was a badge the said, Ellen Short, then Anaesthestist underneath.
I was embarrassed and tried to think of an excuse for being where I was.
I am. I mean was waiting...... er... for someone. I stumbled.
Where? In here? the lady asked.
I just nodded, I could feel my face beginning to redden.
They can't be in here, all today's patients have been and gone. She said.
I must be lost, I said.
Really? Can't you read? She asked.
Yes, I had an appointment with Podiatry and was trying to find my way out, I said.
I am not sure I believe you, I saw you trying to look through the door. She said.
Ok, I admit it I was looking. I replied.
What were you looking for? Drugs, something to steal, she asked.
No, nothing like that, honest. I said.
What then?
I was looking to see if there was any anaesthetic machines in the room. I almost mumbled out.
Why? She asked.
I liked having Anasthetic Gas at the Dentist and Hospital when I was younger, I replied.
I see, how long ago was this? She asked.
Years ago when I had just started secondary school was the last time. I said.
Hmmm, things have changed a lot since then, we only use General Anaesthesia when we really have to, not for anything more than a quick look, like they did in the 1970's and early 1980's she said.
I know, I said ruefully.
We don't even use the same anaesthetics these days, we use far safer stuff and only in proper hospital settings with better equipment and patient monitoring.
What was it you used to have at the Dentist's? I bet it was Nitrous Oxide and Halothane you had.
It was and I really liked having it. I admitted.
You actually liked having anaesthesia? She asked.
Yes, I loved the whole experiance. Seeing the gas machine behind ths chair. Being restrained by the leather belt and heavy rubber apron. Then the black rubber mask would appear and the gas would start all nice and sweet but get all strong and heavy as it put me under. I explained.
That is very unusual, most patients only accept the Anaesthesia because its a necessary part of getting better. She said.
No, your wrong, many people like being anaesthetised, it becomes a kink. I argued
I know getting put under is easy with new drugs and Technics but I don't like not being in control of what is happening to me. She replied.
That's partly what excites me, giving the Anaesthestist control, the power to put you to sleep and keep you there for as long as they chose, trusting that they will keep you safe to wake up again. I explained.
So, what do you want? She asked bluntly.
I would like to relive my early age experiances of being put to sleep with anaesthetic gas through a mask. I said .
I can't do that, I would get in so much trouble to allow such a thing to happen, if anyone found out I would probably be struck off and never be allowed to practice again. She explained.
I know, I don't think I shall ever relive those experiances. I said.
What is your name? She asked.
David Adams, I replied.
David, I'm not even sure we should be having this conversation, someone could make a whole lot of trouble out of this. She said.
Suddenly we heard footsteps coming along the corridor towards us.
Quick, in here, she said opening the yellow door.
When inside we were in a hallway, so looking through the window would be no advantage anyway.
We stood behind the doors and watched as three people came into the waiting room and sat down on the seats
A man, a woman and a young child.
They must have an appointment with Endoscopy as I don't have any more appointments today. She said. This room had a pecular smell, appart from the usual Hospital smell there was a funny chemical taint to the air.
Can I have a look around? I asked.
Your not even supposed to be in here, this is a Surgical Area. She replied.
Why did you drag me in then? I asked.
I could have left the area and you could have come back here. I replied.
I panicked I suppose. She replied.
After a few moments she said, I shall give you a tour of the area.
The hall we were were in lead onto another short corridor that had several other yellow doors along its length.
All the side doors were single wide doors but the ones at the bottom end were double.
The first door was titled Suite 1.
The door was slightly open but it was pushed further open and we went in.
In the centre of the room was a large blue electric powered dental chair.
This was surrounded by dental equipment.
Behind the chair was a rack of monitoring equipment and almost unnoticeable was the anaesthetic machine.
Free standing on castors it had three pipes connected to fittings mounted in the ceiling.
Nitrous Oxide, Oxygen and Scavanging.
There was nothing connected to the machine it was bare, not breathing circuit or rebreathing bag.
Is that it? I asked sounding disappointed.
What do you mean, that is all I need to put a patient under and monitor them, I can perform assisted breathing and resuscitation with what you see. She replied.
On the front of the anaesthetic machine was two flow meters marked in litres per minute and another box with yellow writing that stated Sevoflurane only.
This had a graduated dial that ranged from zero up to eight percent.
I could remember a similar thing but with red printing on the Dentist's machine. This was the Anaesthetic that made you unconscious. I had never had this stuff though.
David, when did you last eat? The Anaesthetist asked.
I had my breakfast at around 8am.
What did you have? She asked.
Toast with spreading cheese and a mug of tea. I replied.
Nothing since? She asked.
No. I replied.
Ok. She said.
Why are you asking that? I questioned.
How would you like a trip under with some modern anaesthetic? She asked.
You mean you would do that for me? I asked.
Yes, I would but it has to be a secret between the two of us, yes? She said.
I nodded vigorously.
Have you been to the bathroom recently? She asked.
I shook my head.
That might be a good idea, I don't want you wetting yourself in the chair. She said.
Does that actually happen? I asked.
Of course it does, when you are anaesthetised everything relaxes and if you have urine in your bladder it can just leak. She said.
Ohh, I replied
In there straight ahead, toilet, please use it. She said.
I followed her pointed finger and found the small room just big enough for a toilet and a small basin. I struggled to begin peeing but after a few moments trying to start it just began flowing.
I was not sure I was actually empty but no more was coming out right now.
When I returned Ellen Short looked straight at me and said, Take your jacket off, loosen your top at the neck and have a seat on this chair
As I took my jacket off she adjusted the seat back up and the foot support down and the whole seat upwards in hight.
Right David, I need to set the machine up for you, so you can sit there and watch, Ok?
I nodded.
My name is Ellen, Ellen Short, you can call me Ellen. She said smiling at me.
Ok, I replied.
Ellen took a bunch of keys from her pocket and walked over to a metal wall mounted box and used a key to unlock the box and came back with a carboard box.
After removing a brown bottle from the box the top was removed and a fill adapter screwed onto the bottle top. This was used to fill the shiny silver anaesthetic vaporizer till the liquid inside the sightglass was back up to the full line.
How long will that last? I asked.
That depends on how much I use it, inductions use quite a lot of anaesthetic but maintainance a lot less, once you are nicely under, a half to one percent will keep you deep enough and I could probably keep you asleep till tomorrow dinner time quite easily on what's in there now. Ellen said.
The original top was returned to the bottle, then the bottle back in the box, then the box returned to the cupboard and the door locked.
After going to another room Ellen returned with a large polythene bag with green printing, Intersurgical it read.
Pulling the bag top open Ellen pulled a long white translucent corrugated hose from the bag the placed it on the gas machine and connected a big hose to the valve outlet.
From the same bag a green rubber two litre re-breathing bag was pulled and placed on a spigot close to the gas outlet but on the white corrigated tube.
This is a standard three meter long bain breathing circuit with a two litre bag. Ellen said.
The green line inside carries the fresh gas to the mask and the expired gas travels on the outside back to the APL valve then when exhausted into the scavenger so I don't have to breathe the anaesthetic gas.
We need a mask to fit you now Ellen said returning to the other room. After a few moments choosing brought another polythene bag.
This bag contained a plastic mask that was clear and had a thick sqishy seal. This was fitted to the breathing circuit.
Have you got vest on under that top? Ellen asked.
Yes, I replied nodding.
I need to get you wired up to the monitoring equipment, also check your heart and lungs with my stethoscope, so you really need to take it off. Ellen said.
Ok, I replied, taking my top off revealing my t-shirt.
You'll be fine it warm in here, Ellen said as she pulled out the harness of wires for the monitoring equipment.
I got sticky pads placed on my chest and a little clamp thing that glowed red light attached to a finger on my right hand.
What does thst do? I asked.
It measures the Oxygen level in your blood, Ellen replied.
Picking up her stethoscope and placing the ends in her ears she began listening to my chest and my heart.
Deep breath in and hold, fine, breathe out again, Ok normal breathing.
Right we need to check your blood pressure now.
The black rubber cuff was affixed round my arm and the cuff inflated till it was very tight. Slowly the pressure was released while Ellen watched the reading.
That's a bit high, are you excited? Ellen asked.
I nodded.
Have you any allergies? Ellen asked.
No. I replied.
You said you had General Anaesthesia at the Dentist's and in Hospital, any problems?
No, nothing. I replied.
Good, Now do you want to try breathing a little anaesthetic first or would you prefer to be put completely under? Ellen asked.
I would like to be put completely under please, I replied.
Your brave. Ellen said.
I've had gas a few times and going under is usually easy and exciting, waking up is the worst part. I said.
Well anaesthetics are powerful drugs, most of them have unpleasant after effects, but Sevoflurane is a quick acting anaesthetic that has a pleasant smell, far nicer than smelly old Halothane. Ellen said.
I liked the old stuff, it has a nice smell and some really weird effects as you go under. I said.
Ohh, I know, I have had Halothane a few times and have experienced how it gets all heavy and smelly as you buzz and trip your way to unconscious. But I would never describe it as pleasant.
When Isoflurane was popular as the main anaesthetic, they would induce anaesthesia with Propafol injected before starting the gas.
They would still use Halothane and Nitrous Oxide to put children under as it was reasonably quick and kids were usually stunned enough to complete the induction, but there would be tears, crying and breath holding as they went under, panicking and holding their breath meant they would take big gasps of gas, causing causing more distress as the buzzing started in their head. Ellen said.
I didn't mind the buzzing, somtimes I would feel all frizzy as the gas pushed me close to going under. I said.
Do you know I don't think I could lay my hands on a bottle of Halothane, Five years ago a lot of Anaesthestists preferred it for children's inductions, but I haven't seen any for a long time.
Do you think I will like this new stuff? I asked .
I think you will find it pleasant to breathe and very quick in action. Ellen said.
You will recover far quicker with Sevoflurane too. Ellen said.
If you are ready I shall tilt you back towards me and lift your legs up till they are flat.
I nodded, I was getting very excited now and heart rate monitor was sounding out faster and faster.
Try and relax for me, I shall start with just Oxygen, I'll let you get used to breathing from the mask, then I shall add 50% Nitrous Oxide for a few breaths then the real anaesthetic, it has a nice pleasant smell, so you will have no trouble taking a few long deep breaths for me. Ellen said.
My heart beat was still racing. I could feel it thumping in my chest .
Ellen opened the Oxygen up to eight litres on the scale and picked up the clear plastic mask.
Ready? She asked.
Yes, I replied nodding.
Right, head right back against the chair, let me bring the mask to you.
I was shown the mask with the hose stretched out in front of me.
As it came closer to my face I could hear it gently blowing, even closer now I could feel the gas blowing on my face.
Just Oxygen David, just try and relax and take nice easy breaths for me.
The mask was now touching my face, the squishy cuff gradually sealing me in, I could only breathe from the machine noe.
There was a quick hissing noise.
It's Ok, I just added some more Oxygen to blow the bag up for you to breathe. Ellen said.
I took my first breath from the mask, if I squinted my eyes I could see the hole in the mask that the gas came in and out from.
The mask had a smell like a plastic bag, it was not strong or unpleasant though.
Ok? Ellen asked
Yes, I replied.
Easy to breathe? Ellen asked.
I tried to nod but Ellen held my head steady with the mask. Just keep still, you can speak, I will still hear you, Ellen said.
My heart was still beating hard and fast and my breathing was nervous and a bit ragged.
Ohh David, you will go under very quickly indeed if you don't calm down a bit.
Lets see if you can concentrate on the green bag, I want you to try and make it inflate and deflate nice and smoothly.
No ragged movements, nice steady long deep breaths, come on, lets count you breaths together. Ellen said.
Watching the green bag fill I tried to empty it slowly and smoothly.
One, Ellen said. Count the breaths with me David
After watching the bag fill again, I took another long slow breath, Two. I said.
That's much better, keep going. Ellen said.
By the time we got to five breaths I was still waiting for the Nitrous Oxide to start making me feel dizzy.
I shall add a little more Nitrous Oxide and you tell me when you notice a change, Ellen said.
Ok, I replied in a voice a lot deeper than normal.
This should have been a hint that I had been breathing Nitrous Oxide for a few breaths already.
My next breath gave me a sweet taste right at the back of my throat, there it was, that's anaesthesia starting properly, I thought.
Sweet. I said in a deep voice.
Yes, nice though? Ellen asked.
I nearly laughed as my head felt a little dizzy and that numb feeling had began in my fingers and toes.
I had counted seven breaths now and was surprised how long this was taking, I was usually buzzing strongly fighting to keep my eyes open after six breaths.
On the next breath a new smell came, it was like....... What does that smell like......... Hmmmm, marker pens? Yeah, that was it, like marker pens but not as sharp, a pleasant sweetness.
I took another long deep breath and that nice sweet smell felt like it was washing over me.
My eyesight was begining to get dark on the edges.
Your doing really well David, said Ellen's voice, cutting through the fog in my head, but it had the echo effect.
Before I had time to react or say anything her voice said, Nice long deep breaths now David, That's it, good boy, take another nice big breath of the nice gas for me.
I complied and suddenly My head and body began buzzing hard. I could no longer fight to keep my eyes open, it was just too difficult.
Another breath and I slipped into the nice warm feeling that anaesthetic sleep gives.
My chest felt warm and tingly, deeper and deeper I slipped till I knew nothing and felt nothing.
What felt like seconds later the blackness began to turn grey and gradually White till a voice said, Can you open your eyes for me David.
I really didn't want to open my eyes, I wanted more of that sweet smell to send me back into anaesthetized sleep.
I tried to slip back into the darkness but the anaesthetic effect was slipping away fast.
David, Open your eyes for me, it's all done now.
I forced my eyes open to find the clear mask still on my face, but it was no longer anaesthetic I was breathing but horrid weak smelling Oxygen.
After a few breaths Ellen asked how was that?
Great, but far too short, I replied.
You were under for fifteen minutes, Ellen said.
It felt like only seconds, I grumbled
It was great but the induction was so quick. I said.
That was at least twice as long as normal when I use Sevofluraine. Ellen said.
After breathing Oxygen for a few minutes my head had cleared enough to hold a conversation.
Well, what do you think? Ellen asked.
Nice, very smooth, but lacks the feelings and excitement of Halothane. I said.
Most people would prefer the Sevoflurane as they described the smell pleasant and the induction quick and very smooth. Ellen said.
Well yes, but a bit too easy I said.
Ok, before we get you ready to leave do you want to try the same again, but at normal speed? Ellen asked.
Yes, I'd love to have that again. I said.
Ok, ready? Ellen asked.
Er, yes, ready, I replied
Just breathe easily and normally, Ellen said.
Suddenly the smell of the anaesthetic flooded the mask, it was far stronger than the last time but still pleasant and nice to breathe.
Big breaths, quick quick, Ellen said as she squeezed the green bag with her hand.
The heavy buzzing began again and I flew upwards this time, higher and higher I flew but getting deeper and deeper into anaesthetic sleep.
Wheee! Went my head as it gave up even trying to remain aware.
The black again turned grey and grey to white, followed by Ellen's voice asking me to open my eyes again
The pleasant sweet smell was gone again, I really wanted more of that.
I wanted to go under it's potent wonderful spell, into that warm blackness again.
How was that? Ellen asked.
That stuff is amazing, it does not smell strong enough to be an anaesthetic but it is and a nice one too.
But you still would rather have Halothane, wouldn't you? Ellen asked.
I nodded.
Right Halothane in this country has gone as an anaesthetic used on humans, some vets might be still using it, but it's dangerous to adults, they stopped using it when they discovered it can and did cause Halothane Hepatitis , that caused kidney and liver failure in adults, it didn't seem to have the same effect on children, so they continued to use it for inductions with children.
Many children like you grew to like having Halothane Anaesthesia, many claiming they liked the smell and effects it caused during induction.
I always found it smelly and rather frightening when I had it, but had some really wierd and wonderful dreams and hallucinations under Halothane.
Many more children wet themselves under Halothane Anaesthesia, some even soiled themselves probably in fear of the wild dreams. Ellen explained.
Many of the older Anaesthetists didn't have the patience to add the Halothane slowly and gently to a heavily Nitrous Oxide sedated patient to slip them gently and smoothly into anaesthesia.
So many patients hated the smell and effects of Halothane.
The main problem was it's not very friendly to your body and nowhere near as safe as modern anaesthetics.
Far far better than ether anaesthesia that ruled before halothane but modern anaethetics as simply better and safer. Ellen explained.
Ellen removed the clear plastic mask from my face and I had the feeling that ordinary room air was very bland, it didn't have that plastic smell or the chance of anaesthetic being added to it.
Has your head cleared now? Ellen asked.
Yes, I feel quite normal now. I replied.
Good, I wouldn't want you staggering around the hospital looking apparently drunk. Ellen said. Have you ever sniffed anything in your quest for the anaesthesia effect? Ellen asked.
No, never, what sort of things? I questioned.
We shall not put stupid ideas into your head, some people, sniff various chemicals for the high it gives them, it's very dangerous.
If you are going unconscious or even semi- unconscious you need someone to watch over you, just incase you vomit or stop breathing, even falling over while under the influence, your normal reactions and defence are seriously diminished. Ellen said.
I've never tried anything like that, a friend and I nearly passed out in his shed while trying to get his motorbike to run.
Ahh, Carbon Monoxide, its leathal, it sneaks up on you till you fall over pass out and then die. Ellen said.
When we were training in Collage we used to do things in groups of up to ten, we would sometimes have to volunteer to be the patient and be anaesthetised while the other pupils watched, it was always quite embarrassing being the patient as sometimes you would say or do something funny or just plain silly while anaesthetised.
I wet myself while under in front of my group and got teased for ages about needing to wear a nappy for anaesthetic inductions.
Thankfully,I was not the only one this happend too. Ellen said.
We got put in a small room to watch short films and fill in a test paper.
What we didn't know was they were gradually introducing anaesthetic gas into the room, the only thing I noticed was every one was yawning and the room felt rather stuffy.
Once you are so far anaesthetised you don't smell the anaesthetic or are you aware that you are slowly succumbing to it.
We were woken up by two tutors and told this perfectly demonstrated how easy it was to fall under anaesthestic gases effects without knowing it was even there. The importance of checking anaesthetic machines carefully for leaks before use and using scavenging where available.
Another danger demonstated to us was breathing exhaled gas from patients in Dental settings and anywhere else you might use open exhaust breathing circuits.
I got a good telling off from my tutor anaesthetist for getting too close and sniffing the sweet anaesthetic as it came out the expiritory valve, the give away was swaying around with glassy looking eyes with a silly grin on your face.
I must have been a couple of breaths away from falling over. Ellen said.
So you do think anaesthetic is pleasant. I said.
Well yes, it can be, but its also morish, you get a whiff of it and think, ohh that's nice, then you start to feel happy, a bit more you feel excited, perhaps a little dizzy or giddy.
Then you want more, more giddy, how much nicer does this get, you know you are being anaesthetised, all the feelings are there but it dies not stop you wanting more anaesthetic, Ellen said.
It's definitely not good to be half way under while trying to observe and care for your patient. Ellen said.
Do you Doctors ever use Anaesthesia for your own pleasure? I asked.
If I said never I would be telling lies, I would never let anyone except a fully trained Anaesthestist with lots of practice put me under, but it does happen occasionally. Ellen said.
We often have meetings of Anaesthetists where new drugs or equipment is discussed between the very people who will use the stuff.
Often we try this same stuff on patients who need treatment anyway, it usually has been lab tested and varified well before we get our hands on it. Ellen said.
There was a lot of intrest in Sevoflurane when they decided it was to be used more often in preferance to Isoflurane and many of the Anaesthestists wanted to to try it for themselves, just so they knew what it was like from a Patient's perspective. Ellen said.
I can remember years ago at the Dentist's the Anaesthestist turned on the gases and then added some Halothane, he then put the mask close to his face and sniffed at the emerging gas as if it was some kind of test. I said.
I've seen that done in films too, Ellen said. What is the point, the machine and vaporizer are both calibrated, what is says on the scales is what it should be outting out. Ellen said.
They shouldn't do it, they are there to put their Patient quickly and safely in an Anaesthetised state and ensure that Patients safety, not to play around.
Every Anaestheist has open access to the equipment and drugs used and plenty of time to try them, usually with another Anaesthestist present to make sure it's done safely, Surely far better than risking dying needlessly from an anaesthetic accident. Ellen said.
I could strap that mask on my face, dial up an induction strength anaesthetic mixture and be unconscious in under a minute.
I can't stop the gas while unconscious, so in about five or six minutes I would stop breathing from an anaesthetic overdose and die quickly and painlessly while deeply unconscious. Ellen said.
What a total waste of human life, we became Doctors to help the sick carry on living. Ellen said.
Worse than that imagine being found just in time to be saved but you now have serious life changing brain damage, needing constant care from others, perhaps totally incontinant with feeding problems. Not much of an existance, is it? Ellen said.
I shook my head agreeing with her.
You need to leave shortly as I need to go, but before you go we can finish the rest of your tour. Ellen said.
The room next door is the same general set up as this one but is set up for younger children with bright colours and cartoon characters everywhere, even the ceiling hopefully as a distraction during anaesthetic induction.
We have pretty coloured masks that the kids choose, the can decorate them with stickers too.
Most of the equipment is hidden from the induction area, so when the time comesall they see is their own mask that they are encoraged to sniff the sweet breeze from, or help me blow up the green balloon.
Some kids just breathe the gas and got to sleep, others are so worried by all the strange people and unknown surroundings that the last straw is some stranger trying to stick a hissing mask on their face. Some sleepy syrup soon calms them and gas blown at their face soon slips them under quickly and quietly. Ellen said.
I once got put under like that, a young guy got me in the chair and secure, then said he was going to let me sniff the gas from the hose.
I asked why not just use the mask as usual, he said this was just a little diffrent.
When the gas started it was very weak and I was convinced it was not strong enough to actually put me to sleep. Eventually that light feeling head and giddyness meant that something was happening.
I didn't notice but he had cupped his hand over my nose and face just like a mask. Right David deep breaths for me, the Halothane was quite strong but two breaths later I slipped under.
Somewhere in the proceedings the hand changed to a black rubber mask, but I can't tell you when that happened I said.
I bet you enjoyed that induction. Ellen said.
It was different enough to distract me and I was convinced the gas was not strong enough to put me under. I said.
That is something most Anaesthestists will agree on, one they have you breathing gas, the only way you are going is to sleep. Even if you find the smell or effects objectionable, we try and never stop the induction.
It takes less than a minute from mask on till you slip under, if you are stuggling you are breathing harder, even if you are crying or screaming you are breathing gas and will soon go quiet, as confusion or loss of conscious takes over
I'd prefer it to be a far nicer experiance but sometimes it just does not go that way. Ellen explained.
I was ushered along the hallway to another set of double yellow doors. OR 1 It said above the doors.
Normally no Patient sees this room, only a short stop here to get put to sleep with the induction set here.
Ellen pointed at another very small compact Anaesthetic Machine with another Sevoflurane Vapourizer on it, but strangely this had a rubber breathing circuit fitted. Two litre rubber bag and a black rubber face mask.
Why........? I began. I knew you were going to ask that, normally it has a disposable plastic circuit and mask fitted, but that set up was a special request from someone older that has had many operations performed on him recently and always complained that anaethesia was better when he was younger
The rubber set up made him go under smiling. Ellen said.
Yes, Nitrous Oxide and rubber is a great smell, I said
I would have to agree with you there, Ellen said. As she almost pushed me into the nain part of the large room.
The main attraction was a big Hospital Anaesthetic Machine with several diffent vaporizers fitted, Isolfluraine, Sevofluraine and Desfluraine.
What is Desfluraine?I asked.
An Anaesthetic of course, you will never get to try it because like Isofluraine it is pungent and unpleasant to breathe, but is a really good potent anaesthetic with really good recovery characteristics. Ellen said.
You come in here already anaesthetised probably with a breathing tube up your nose, down your throat into your chest so it keeps your mouth clear for the Surgeon to work on your teeth, gums and throat.
You will be paralysed by drugs and the anaesthetic machine will breathe for you. I will be monitoring you carefully throughout the procedure and right up till I discharge you to the post op team. Ellen said.
There is no operating table in here, I said. You get wheeled in on your bed, put under, operated on then wheeled out in the same bed. Ellen said
The big anaesthetic machine had gas cylinders mounted on the back as emergency back up. Ellen said. Ellen also uncovered another anaesthetic machine with cylinders and two vaporizers fitted that was for emergency use too.
It looked old but looked as if it would be very efficient at it's job.
That's about it David, the rest is storage for supplies, breathing circuits and masks.
There is also an area for prepared sterile instuments too. Ellen said pointing.
David, I'm pleading with you, please do not tell anyone what happened in here today. Ellen said.
I won't, thank you for doing that, it's been such a long time since I was out to sleep. I said.
Mist people would think that a good thing. Ellen said .
I know. I said.
I dont want you hanging around in the waiting area either because all Hospital Staff are regularly reminded to look out for people apparently wandering around or in certain areas without an apparent reason. Ellen said.
Ok, I won't. I said .
Ellen said her goodbye and me to her and I got sent on my way.
It sure had been an unexpected exciting afternoon.
When they decided that my big toenails would have to be removed and my toe tops cut and reshaped under General Anaesthesia, Ellen was the Anaesthestist and gave me great treatment.
Ellen was also present when I got a broken arm reset while anaesthetised.
A nice younger girl done the anaesthetic and gave me the feeling she would put me under with Propafol, but Ellen insisted she wanted to see her perform a mask induction with Nitrous Oxide and Sevoflurane.
Who was I to complain?