{{{Sean}}}
First time I had general, it was wildly disorienting. They put me under first thing in the morning, and I remembered clearly counting backwards from 10 (I got to 8) and the next thing I knew the windows had moved to the other side of my bed and it was sunset. Then I puked.
Next couple of times, general and local + conk-out gas, DH was there to try and talk me up out of it. He gets freaked because he says my eyes go all ice blue, like I'm on melange.
Anyway, last time I was on general the anesthesiologist said I shouldn't go under again as I don't come out of it easily, so everything since then has been local. Which is fine with me as I don't tend to freak out, but annoys the cutter and crew as they can't speak freely.