I woke up during a kidney transplant surgery on a table with no one in the room.

This is personal experience, that happened to me in my life. I won’t mention exactly when it happened but it occurred quite a few years ago. I’ve also never shared this story on Chambers, so forgive me if it’s a repeat.<br><br>Within the last two decades, I suffer(ed) with a genetic disease that destroyed my kidneys. I was scheduled with an amazing team of doctors to give me a new kidney, from a living donor. The day of the surgery was absolutely emotionally draining. The day consisted of paperwork, blood work, interviews, and the usual pre-surgery routine.<br><br>The morning of the surgery, I was taken to the operating room. I was put to sleep by an anesthesiologist and I don’t remember anything after that. Until…. I woke up on the table.<br><br>I was groggy, half dead, and suffering from immense pain. I don’t remember any clock or time, but I remember everything else. I was alone in the room. There was no one there. It was like I was dead, in some sort of limbo. Complete silence. <br><br>I could somehow manage to look around the room, a little bit. I noticed the medical tools on the side on the table, like scissors, surgical clamps, flash lights, etc… I remember seeing my own insides, in a lite blue bowl looking container next to me. I didn’t see the kidney specifically. I could only look to my left side, which was where my surgical incision was going to be. I remember seeing my actually insides falling out of my body, in a bowl. I had no idea what was going on, until I saw everything on the side of the table. No one, and I mean absolutely no one was in that room. I was completely alone. <br><br>There was a window with an office outside the room, where I saw doctors nurses and people walking around. I tried to yell, scream, move, and struggle. Absolutely nothing worked. I was completely paralyzed. <br><br>I don’t know how long I was alone, maybe 10 minutes. Maybe an hour. But it felt like an eternity. After what seemed like forever, the anesthesiologist walked into the room. I tried to talk, to tell her that I was awake. I groggily mumbled, “what the fuck is happening to me?”. The look on her face was filled with fear, terror, and panic. She quickly ran to the drug cabinet, and put a large needle of drugs in my IV. I was out cold, and didn’t remember anything after that. <br><br>When I woke up in my room, after surgery, my mom was there. I was in enormous pain, but she had tears of joy in her eyes. She held my hand, and told me everything went well, and I was going to be ok. When she calmed down, I asked her if anyone told her what happened before. She said no one told her anything strange happened. So I told her my story. We were both in absolute stunned silence. She told me, “maybe it was a dream”. <br><br>I went home after a week in the hospital. The first few weeks after that, I was in and out of consciousness. I had my follow up meeting with my anesthesiologist. I asked her, “did anything strange happen during my surgery?”. I’ll never forget her look, ever. She was pale, and in absolute terror. Of course, she said it was all a dream. I knew at that moment on, it wasn’t a dream. <br><br>The surgery was successful, and I’m still alive today with my new kidney. The anesthesiologist was fired a few months after, but I never found out why. I was told by my primary care physician that, “sometimes these things happen”. But he wouldn’t elaborate. <br><br>So to this day, I have no explanation as to why I was left alone in that room, half dead on an operating table with my insides in a bowl, with absolutely no one around me.