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Surgery...yeah! I had surgery today.My cousin was there to see that all went well and ask stupid questions (i.e., how do you feel?)"Golly gee Shell, I feel like someone just sliced me open and used some more sharp objects to cut little bits of me out and then clumisly sewed me back together thinking I'd be none the wiser." Yeah anesthesia makes me pissy. Want to make something of it? So we get home and as I'm getting out of the car, I slip on the fucking skating rink that is my driveway and tear out a bunch of staples and need to be rushed back to the emergency room so my dumbass can be sewn back together (On the upside,I'm sure I looked pretty scary, seeing as my shirt and pants were soaked in blood.) I kept having these weird dreams about being ambushed...people poping up out of the snow...this is why I hate anesthesia. I'm far too paranoid to have my head be that distorted. The doc said they normally wouldn't release someone in my condition, but being as I wasn't in any pain (pain...ha,amatuers.) and was in good physical shape and mentally sound (this meaning I could answer their questions, not like I'm suddenly normal or anything)and yeah I'd like to think that the large scary guy routine had something to do with them releasing me. In all reality they probably just needed the bed for the next terminally ill sucker. So finally home after the redux at the ER and one or two quick rounds of vomiting later, here I be. So now that that's taken care of, I'm going to go lay down on the couch and poke at my stitches til I bleed again.
My famous last words will be "oops"
My famous last words will be "oops"