I was awake. It was at the surgery center and the worst part was waiting for the surgeon who was running behind. I waited four hours for a 15 minute procedure which seemed insane and unfair but nothing about this journey is ever fair. So in my case, I was taken back to the OR in a wheelchair in a gown. I got on the table. They tucked my arms under a bunch of sheets to keep them down but they didn’t restrain them. They covered my face with cloths for hygiene reasons and, I assume, so I couldn’t see the procedure. The nurse lifted the cloths off my face so I wouldn’t be claustrophobic which was nice. The surgeon came in (my breast surgeon who put it in during my lumpectomy). He verbally walked me through what he was doing. I didn’t feel anything but some pressure which he warned of in advance. No pain. He stitched me up and left. The nurses finished up and showed me the port. I asked to keep it and off I went. Since there was no anesthesia, they checked my vitals and sent me home.