Propofol. That is what my anesthesiologist muttered casually as he began to administer the drug at the onset of my surgery. "Woah, woah, wasn't that MJ's sedative of choice?" is the last thing I remember asking before I found out what exactly made the milky white not-meant-for-home-use substance so enjoyable.
Kidding aside, it would have been nice to have been briefed on any and all medications in advance, as a courtesy.
After the brief surgery, there was again more waiting. I know there are many clinical reasons to keep an eye on day surgery patients before discharging them, but I'd have preferred to have been given a ball park wait time. And again I was shuffled between several nurses who all looked the same... unless that was just the propofol.