Do you have a useless superpower?

Having ginger hair, I am blessed with the ability to be quite resilient to general anesthetics. Last time, I woke up with a tube down my throat just after the op had finished. Confused, I pulled the tube out my throat, along with the canuler out of my hand and scared the bejesus out of the woman clearing up. I don't know what catchy superhero name I would get with this particular power. Answers on a postcard.

it's definitely not the worse thing I have been called!

Me too! In November 2007, my left hip broke as I was changing down from 3rd to 2nd in our Fiat Panda. That smarted a little. Because of a tricky medical history, it was 6 months before I found a surgeon far, far away who was willing to operate.

I was scheduled for an MUA - Manipulation Under Anaesthetic- to loosen the broken bits of bone in my hip joint space enough for me to use the hip again to build up lost muscle ready for the planned hip replacement 6 months later.

Apparently, I was difficult to rouse in recovery and a nurse twisted my skin on my upper arm so hard it left deep bruising. However, it seemed to have the desired effect and I woke up - in an uncontrollable rage.

Now, I'm Powerfully Built (but not a Company Director) and was still relatively young and fit then. Apparently, I growled and snarled at the nurse, who wisely backed off.

So, I threw myself off the bed (still attached to the monitors etc) and started crawling after her, still snarling and growling.

By now I was dragging myself (butt naked), the monitors and the bed (to which my gammy leg was somehow still attached/stuck) across the floor towards the door of the recovery room.

Somewhat alarmed at this, one of the other nurses (there were 6 to each recovery room) asked me what I was doing. Apparently, I said that I was leaving. She did not seem to think this was a good idea and asked me to get back into my bed.

Instead, I kept crawling and somehow broke free of the bed and the monitors and accelerated across the floor towards the door. All 6 nurses then decided this was definitely not a good idea and tried to restrain me - an arm and a leg each, one holding my head and - well, I don't really know where the other one was but believe she was trying to sit on me.

I kept fighting and when I crawled past the adjacent recovery bay with all 6 nurses still attached to me, the nurses from that bay were somewhat taken aback. They had already heard the commotion from "my bay" and, when they saw what was happening, rushed to help their colleagues.

As I dragged all twelve of the nurses out into the main corridor, closely followed by my anaesthetist (who wisely kept a safe distance from my flailing limbs and growly, bitey teeth), 3 porters came to join the party! That blocked any further attempt to escape, but I kept fighting for a good 10 to 15 minutes more, apparently.

I keep saying "apparently" because I knew nothing about what was happening, what I was doing, nor did I feel any pain.

I woke up some time later, strapped to the bed, covered in bruises and restraint marks - with 15 very angry people glaring at me, with their arms folded and giving me death-stares. The story was related to me in full and - I am genuinely sorry to say - it turns out that I had done quite a bit of damage and physically hurt a lot of people.

I was told that I may be "opiate sensitive" and to avoid general anesthetics in the future, wherever possible!

Cool story, bro - I know - but I later received a letter from the Anaesthetist setting out in full the chemicals and doses he had used and detailing my "idiosyncratic adverse reaction" in full, in the hope that it would help avoid such a situation in the future. I still have the letter...

As it turns out, I was later diagnosed with a 3cm paraganglioma on the upper pole of my left kidney - and apparently pheochromocytomae and paraganliomae ( a rarer form of pheochromocytoma) don't like anaesthesia and really don't like it when you are being hurt (the post operative skin twisting in recovery).

I have had all sorts of interesting reactions to meds, including epidural and spinal blocks in the years since...

I'm a super smeller, I used to give my singlehanded GP the heads up to test for helicobactor pylori, if I was sure I could smell it on a patient's breath during an interaction with them. I was rarely wrong, but treatment was only ever initiated with a recognised positive test.

I'm not in that business these days and I still pick it up if I'm out and about, but it is a useless superpower as you just can't tell casual people to get tested, as it can be misconstrued as very insulting and people really do take it the wrong way. Neither is there a clinic or way to coborate my superpower & potentially save people from the cancer that having helicobacter long term can lead to.

I have similar except i live abroad and don’t speak enough of the language but I am always the person someone asks

I have the ability to eat any pack of biscuits in one go.