oh my goodness, the things I've said while sedated.
After knee surgery, I (when I was 18) told my surgeon (who was in his 40s) that he did such a good job that I was going to steal him away from his wife and live with him in Hawai'i.
Also after that same surgery (after I passed back out, & then became animate again (wouldn't say I "woke up" though), I was on my side & realized that someone was applying a nerve block to my leg. I *really* shouldn't have been awake at that time, but I was, and I peeped over my shoulder and yelled "BOO" at her. Scared the crap out of her, because I *really* shouldn't have been able to do that.
While taking muscle relaxers for a back problem I have, my Beloved was getting me up off of the couch to tuck me in to bed for the night. I told him that I had to go back to sleep IMMEDIATELY, because we were on a quest to find my best friend's dad, but the hippopotamus that we were riding was made of burlap, and I'd spilled all the rosemary oil on him, and he was *very* angry, because it soaked in & stained the burlap, and I had to get back there to wash him and make sure he felt loved, so he'd help us on our quest.
And after having my tonsils out, I woke up and immediately told the nurse that I *had* to talk to the anesthesiologist about her butt. That one was actually legit. When they were setting me up in surgery & they found out I worked in fashion, she asked me some questions about where to find jeans that fit certain body types. But she knocked me about before I could fully answer. Luckily, the nurse actually went & found the anesthesiologist, and we finished our conversation as best as we could, with my tonsils freshly removed.