She's gotten really arrogant now that she has a stalker.
Well the surgery has come and gone and SURPRISE I'm alive!
Had to get up early like always, got there around 7:30, sat around in one of those "johnny's" reading Marie Claire and Good Housekeeping until about 9:30 when the anesthesiologist came in to discuss my options and the risks therein. Oh my, I did cry though. I didn't think I would care but Mom started to cry (surprise, surprise) and then I thought about how she'd be without me and how I'd be without her and yeah. I hate crying.
Then they wheeled me on in, everyone was really, really nice and kind of perky, but I was tired. I don't think it took much to get me to go under, but it took a few minutes for them to find my vein! *That* was amusing. They had put this cream on the tops of my hands to numb them so I wouldn't feel anything when they put the IV in, but I dunno...I guess my vein ran away on them? Cause they had to keep jabbing me and fishing around. "Oh my...I can't find her vein...I've lost her vein..." That's always comforting to hear. They thought something was wrong too cause my hands were so freezing but that's just normal. Eventually they found another vein and I fell asleep and had some kind of complex dream that I remember nothing of except that I woke up singing "Into The West" by Annie Lennox from the Return of the King soundtrack and then I hung around for about an hour afterwards and was discharged around 12:30.
No biggie.
I was just twisting the night away a moment ago, too - it doesn't even really hurt. Maybe vacation won't suck the fattie after all. I have this feeling that that is horribly innappropriate, but I'm not sure and I'm enjoying being innocently naive again. Deal.
I've got Rolling Stone and Teen People to read because that is the beauty of being sixteen. I've got about 5 movies and a list of about 5 more that I want to see. Around 3 albums that I'm sending Mom to get sometime early next week I think and a lot of phone numbers stored. Beware. *hehe*
I took a three hour nap and I'm still tired.
I think that's about it...
Love always,
*~*emmie*~*
Had to get up early like always, got there around 7:30, sat around in one of those "johnny's" reading Marie Claire and Good Housekeeping until about 9:30 when the anesthesiologist came in to discuss my options and the risks therein. Oh my, I did cry though. I didn't think I would care but Mom started to cry (surprise, surprise) and then I thought about how she'd be without me and how I'd be without her and yeah. I hate crying.
Then they wheeled me on in, everyone was really, really nice and kind of perky, but I was tired. I don't think it took much to get me to go under, but it took a few minutes for them to find my vein! *That* was amusing. They had put this cream on the tops of my hands to numb them so I wouldn't feel anything when they put the IV in, but I dunno...I guess my vein ran away on them? Cause they had to keep jabbing me and fishing around. "Oh my...I can't find her vein...I've lost her vein..." That's always comforting to hear. They thought something was wrong too cause my hands were so freezing but that's just normal. Eventually they found another vein and I fell asleep and had some kind of complex dream that I remember nothing of except that I woke up singing "Into The West" by Annie Lennox from the Return of the King soundtrack and then I hung around for about an hour afterwards and was discharged around 12:30.
No biggie.
I was just twisting the night away a moment ago, too - it doesn't even really hurt. Maybe vacation won't suck the fattie after all. I have this feeling that that is horribly innappropriate, but I'm not sure and I'm enjoying being innocently naive again. Deal.
I've got Rolling Stone and Teen People to read because that is the beauty of being sixteen. I've got about 5 movies and a list of about 5 more that I want to see. Around 3 albums that I'm sending Mom to get sometime early next week I think and a lot of phone numbers stored. Beware. *hehe*
I took a three hour nap and I'm still tired.
I think that's about it...
Love always,
*~*emmie*~*