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Had the surgery done. Hurled... twice. The ear was in much pain and my throat was so dry I turned into a mime. Instead of the "wonderful" anesthesia mask, I got anesthesia (and the other six or seven or who knows how much crap) in my IV. Apparently they also put crap on my eyes which was way messed up. And I had tons of the circular patches that monitor different things on me too and was forced to take my bra off which had me pissed and upset at them until they gave me the "happy juice" and I got a little less pissed and didn't care quite as much but would still punch someone if they asked me to look for flying pink horses or unicorns or whatever the hell the lady said to me last time. If I wasn't about to go under and unable to move even if I wanted to I would've hit her. They got me in early because whoever was before me didn't show up on time (at all?) and so I went about forty to fifty five minutes early. I woke up around twelve/twelve thirty-ish and they rolled me to a room with a bed. I don't know how I got from the operating table to the wheelchair but I think I was on a bed but I don't remember well. I tried to sleep again after talking to Mom for a few minutes when they called her in once I was settled (she wanted to check up on me and all) but I couldn't sleep. Then Dad came in, which made me way happy 'cause I completely wasn't expecting him to come though I knew (from experience having needed to have my extremely carsick butt driven there last surgery) that his office was only a few minutes away. He stayed until I left and the two of them talked, I tried to sleep, basically gave up, then talked/mimed too. I spent awhile eating a strawberry pop ice (frozen flavored liquid in a plastic tube basically a flavored popsicle). I only ate a little and it melted and she took it from me. Then I got back in a wheelchair and got another pop ice, except it was grape and with my sensitive, nauseous stomach I took a bite and it tasted like medicine and made me sick so I asked for a different one and, I swear, the second the nurse, Donna, who also had three girls, stepped through the door and let it shut, I hurled till I started dry heaving and wasn't able to hold the pan and had to have Dad do it while he waited for the nurse to get back (Mom was getting the car.) She decided I didn't get another pop ice and shouldn't eat anything till I got home (ate nothin' till about eight or eight thirty.) When I got home Mom helped me up both flights of stairs and I stayed in her bed sleeping and reading until about seven thirty/eight. My ear still hurts a little and my scar hurts and the entire right third of my tongue is completely numb and it's disgusting when I try to drink and especially eat. It was so awful earlier than when I tried to drink I nearly hurled, but my stomach's loads better now. I've had soup and some homemade potato chips and two cups of sprite and it's all stayed down. The way they did the surgery was they cut open a section on my skull, right behind the top bit of my ear that's not attached to my head, and they cut a nickel size chunk of membrane or whatever it is out. So lucky me with glasses has the cut/scar that'll be painful to the touch for a year/year and a half right where the right arm of my glasses rests. Eh, anyways I've only got two days of free PSP9 on my computer as of tomorrow and I've been working on a seniors '05 collage for marching band kids as a personal project to save me from going "I'm boooorrrrrrrrreeeeeeddddddddd... I want somethin' to do. I've already looked at all of my sites and now there're no updates or new emails or anything to read and I'm booooorrrreeeed," which tends to happen a lot. I'm also trying to design a TAG seminar programmy thingy on gender roles/genderqueers/trans people/who knows till it's actually done. End topic. Time to go read fic updates from today and last night and there's more than there's been in weeks (which isn't hard to beat seeing as there han't been a single real update in weeks.)