I had a gradual waking up and realization that I could breathe easy as well. I remember coming in and out of the meds and realizing my parents were there. I was aware that the doctors were taking my nasal catheters out. All a dream like state too. I was also aware that I did not like the breathing tube. I was restrained too and I kept trying to tell the nurse to take the restraints off. I promised her I wouldn't pull the tube out yet I remember thinking to myself "as soon as my hands are free I'm pulling this tube out". LOL. Good thing she didn't listen to me!
I was out of surgery at 6 AM on Thursday and I was off the vent by 1 pm that afternoon on oxygen. Parts of my lungs were still collapsed and there was a theory that high oxygen could help open them up. So I remained on oxygen for a couple days. It defintely takes some time before you feel like your lungs are normal. I mean, I was walking around the hospital room and floor not out of breath and able to climb stairs the first time in years. I think I lost so much strength in the hospital, that it wasn't until I went to rehab that I truly felt the difference.
I think I was also pretty cloudy for about three days after my transplant. People told me they had conversations with me that I don't remember at all! And the nurse said I stayed up that Thursday night to watch the Apprentice and had a whole conversation with her about the show. No clue. Don't remember.
The one thing I wish I was more prepared for was the vent. That feeling that you aren't breathing on your own didn't sit well with me. Even though you are getting enough oxygen it just doesn't feel like you are!