Oct 28, 2003 20:39
"Freddy Kreuger is like Santa Claus...he knows when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake. But it really doesn't matter if you've been bad or good, becase he's going to stab you in the throat." -Michael Ian Black
So in exactly 40 hours and 25 minutes, they'll be wheeling me in to surgery. I have mixed emotions about this. On the one hand, when it's all said and done, I'll be able to breathe, I'll be able to smell, I'll be able to taste, and I'll actually sound like a girl when I speak. On the other hand, it's going to hurt like a bitch for days. I remember coming out of the anesthetic haze last time, and it hurt so bad that I started screaming. They shot me up with morphine and I was good to go after that, and I had Demerol! But pain is still pain. On the other hand, one slip of the knife could have crucial results. It's a relatively simple procedure but it's still risky. They could sever my optic nerves, leaving me blind (which is what I'm most scared of in the whole world), or puncture my brain, killing me instantly. On the other hand...wait, why do I have so many hands all of a sudden?