My doctor: We can give you a spinal and you can watch, but then you'll have a nasty headache all day.
I gave her a very enthusiastic NO.
As you may know, I'm a cook at a local restaurant. During the procedure, the nurses and doctors all talked to me (most likely to help ease anxiety by distraction) and asked me where I worked. Every person, upon hearing where I worked: Oh, I love Penny's Kitchen. The entire surgery staff gasped in delight and started telling me their favorite sandwiches. At one point I said, "You all better take good care of me because I make your food!"
Last time I was knocked out, it was like closing my eyes and then opening them (with the added fun of being unable to breathe.) This time it was like taking a nap and I dreamed I was at work making sandwiches! Not a work nightmare. It was very relaxed, but funny.
The procedure went well and by 2pm I was free. Since Mom, hubby and I were hungry, we went, you guess it, to my day job and had lunch. It was also so my boss could see that I was okay because I know she was worrying over me and something bad happening to her head cook.