Listen to your doctor..

Human mind is a sacred territory. At certain times it can reveal unexpected secrets, thoughts or desires.
The next patient of the day is a young, in her early thirties, lady scheduled for an outpatient routine gynecological procedure. She refuses general anesthesia. "Just give me a little something, I don't wanna go to sleep!" Of course, it can be done, but it may not be optimal for the surgeon, she may move during the procedure. We do surgeries like this one all the time - everybody goes under, really not a big deal. But she looks terrified - I bet, she hates to fly - it's the same "loss of control" thing. I talk to her, surgeon talks to her - no, no, no general anesthesia, just light sedation! OK, what you gonna do, it has to be done. We bring her to OR, I start dripping the sedative through the IV line. Gradually she doses off. Nurses position her for the procedure - it's called a lithotomy position - legs up in the air in stirrups - women know. I check her vital signs - she appears to be sleeping. I indicate to the circulating nurse, she can start prepping. As the nurse touches "down there" with the sponge soaked with cleaning solution, patient suddenly lets out a powerful moan - "Bad dog, very bad dog". Nurse jumps back terrified. I pump in more sedative. Surgeon chokes on her masks laughing. The nurse tries again to do the prep - "Doggy, doggy, easy..? Bad dog.."
I end up giving her a lot more drugs so she would let us do it without mentioning her dog again. In the recovery room she is awake looking good. I ask her: "What kind of dog do you have?", "How do you know I have a dog?" "Well, I am a doctor, I know things..". "You're creepy". "Who, me! Lady! Let me tell you about you!" - of course, I don't say it.
Under general anesthesia she would not have told us she had a dog.