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Well, reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated, to shamelessly steal that famous phrase.
Turns out I am indeed alive, minus a few lumps.
Went into hospital Monday afternoon... they sent me to sleep at roughly 5:45pm and I was out of theatre by about 11pm, or so I've been told.
My first memory is of being pushed down a dark corridor by the nurses, and going "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeheeheeheeheeeeee....."
The morphine was fun.
I won't record every detail of my three day stay, cause mostly it was just me being drugged up to the eyeballs giggling at the curtains or falling asleep every time I tried to meditate. There was a lovely man in the bed next to me called Tony who had been there for three and a half weeks already, and he sounded just like Michael Caine. When I was drugged up for the first few hours I actually thought I was in hospital with Olfrod, which gave everything a strange entropy-tinged surreal quality.
I had a drain in each side of my chest for the three days, which were taken out today... they were not pleasent.
Even right now I am rather groggy on drugs, currently it's coedine which I'm not happy about but they wuldn't let me have any more morphine and the other stuff they tried to give me made me sick.
Trouble is I have to go back tomorrow because the area around where the left drain was has swollen up again and the after-hours doc says it looks like a fluid build up..... the drain may need to be put back in. :(
I know there is a low more swelling left to go down and a lot more general weight to be lost before I can honestly make an opinion on the results, but right now... I'm a little scared.
Things aren't looking how I expected, even after telling myself I wasn't gonna end up looking like Christian Bale. Hell, I know I am never gonna look like Christian Bale.
It's a horribly depressing realisation when you look down at yourself and just feel disgust rising up from your stomach.
But we'll see what happens in the morning.
It's good to be back, anyway. And I'm going to check emails and my friends list tomorrow. Right now I just need to sleep.
Missed you guys so much. x x x
Turns out I am indeed alive, minus a few lumps.
Went into hospital Monday afternoon... they sent me to sleep at roughly 5:45pm and I was out of theatre by about 11pm, or so I've been told.
My first memory is of being pushed down a dark corridor by the nurses, and going "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeheeheeheeheeeeee....."
The morphine was fun.
I won't record every detail of my three day stay, cause mostly it was just me being drugged up to the eyeballs giggling at the curtains or falling asleep every time I tried to meditate. There was a lovely man in the bed next to me called Tony who had been there for three and a half weeks already, and he sounded just like Michael Caine. When I was drugged up for the first few hours I actually thought I was in hospital with Olfrod, which gave everything a strange entropy-tinged surreal quality.
I had a drain in each side of my chest for the three days, which were taken out today... they were not pleasent.
Even right now I am rather groggy on drugs, currently it's coedine which I'm not happy about but they wuldn't let me have any more morphine and the other stuff they tried to give me made me sick.
Trouble is I have to go back tomorrow because the area around where the left drain was has swollen up again and the after-hours doc says it looks like a fluid build up..... the drain may need to be put back in. :(
I know there is a low more swelling left to go down and a lot more general weight to be lost before I can honestly make an opinion on the results, but right now... I'm a little scared.
Things aren't looking how I expected, even after telling myself I wasn't gonna end up looking like Christian Bale. Hell, I know I am never gonna look like Christian Bale.
It's a horribly depressing realisation when you look down at yourself and just feel disgust rising up from your stomach.
But we'll see what happens in the morning.
It's good to be back, anyway. And I'm going to check emails and my friends list tomorrow. Right now I just need to sleep.
Missed you guys so much. x x x