White mouth patches
My surgery was yesterday, I'm off till next Wednesday to recover. The day started off with me being hungry and then bitter cause I couldn't eat anything. At the moment I'm fantasizing about burgers, Brie on crunchy french bread, and that damn Applebee's commercial with the Spinach and Artichoke dip. Damn you advertising. I told Ronnie that we're going to Applebee's as soon as I can eat real food again, and I mean it!
My super sweet Dad picked me up, took me to the hospital and even waited in the hospital room while they got everything ready. Which is how he came to find out that I have an awkward piercing. If they had a big sign up in the tattoo parlor stating "Surgeons do not like metal in your body during surgery, so getting your nipple pierced could lead to awkward conversations with nurses, anesthesiologists, strangers and possibly within hearing range of your father." I might have reconsidered. He played dumb stating from the other side of my thin curtain "I didn't hear anything!! I know nothing". It sucked too cause neither myself or Ronnie could get it out the night before, probably didn't help that I kept whining and saying "OW!" every time Ronnie tried. The crisis was averted as I managed to get the anesthesiologists approval with my band-aided nipple. I would have preferred a Batman band-aide though rather than the plain one I got.
For about a half hour there was a flurry of nurses that I don't remember, except for a few faces and one name Tracy. I mainly remember her name cause it's my cousins name and she got me a Popsicle after the surgery. I'm shallow and easily plied with cold sweets. After I was dressed in the semi-flimsy hospital gown and hooked up to an IV I was wheeled upstairs to the surgery room. The kind anesthesiologists(Dr. Wong or Dr. Guam I'm not sure) slipped me some drugs while all the nurses and I joked about how my dad now knew of my piercing. They were recounting my "SORRY DADDY!" comment as I watched the ceiling lights start rolling backward, and then I tracked them back to where they really where. It wasn't so much that they were moving, more like I wanted to roll my eyes into the back of my head. They put the mask over my face, I breathed in a few times and the next thing I know I was waking up in the recovery room.
Where they hooked my up to a thing that pumped heat into my gown, and feed some blessed drugs into my IV. .... I do have more to type but I'm tired, sore, and jonesing for my eight Popsicle today. later
My super sweet Dad picked me up, took me to the hospital and even waited in the hospital room while they got everything ready. Which is how he came to find out that I have an awkward piercing. If they had a big sign up in the tattoo parlor stating "Surgeons do not like metal in your body during surgery, so getting your nipple pierced could lead to awkward conversations with nurses, anesthesiologists, strangers and possibly within hearing range of your father." I might have reconsidered. He played dumb stating from the other side of my thin curtain "I didn't hear anything!! I know nothing". It sucked too cause neither myself or Ronnie could get it out the night before, probably didn't help that I kept whining and saying "OW!" every time Ronnie tried. The crisis was averted as I managed to get the anesthesiologists approval with my band-aided nipple. I would have preferred a Batman band-aide though rather than the plain one I got.
For about a half hour there was a flurry of nurses that I don't remember, except for a few faces and one name Tracy. I mainly remember her name cause it's my cousins name and she got me a Popsicle after the surgery. I'm shallow and easily plied with cold sweets. After I was dressed in the semi-flimsy hospital gown and hooked up to an IV I was wheeled upstairs to the surgery room. The kind anesthesiologists(Dr. Wong or Dr. Guam I'm not sure) slipped me some drugs while all the nurses and I joked about how my dad now knew of my piercing. They were recounting my "SORRY DADDY!" comment as I watched the ceiling lights start rolling backward, and then I tracked them back to where they really where. It wasn't so much that they were moving, more like I wanted to roll my eyes into the back of my head. They put the mask over my face, I breathed in a few times and the next thing I know I was waking up in the recovery room.
Where they hooked my up to a thing that pumped heat into my gown, and feed some blessed drugs into my IV. .... I do have more to type but I'm tired, sore, and jonesing for my eight Popsicle today. later