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so I had surgery on friday, woke up friday morning in horrible pain, didn't know what it was for a few hours then decided to call someone. I was throwing up, yeah... not fun. So I got rushed to the clinic, got tests done, got rushed to the hospital, they got me in a bed and on IV drugs yay! The funny thing is, the morphine only dulled the pain, but at least it made me sleep. And I had suffered so long already taht day that I needed the sleep. They did surgery and about 17 hours after I woke up I was on my way home to sleep for the entire next day (waking up every now and then to take more pain meds). Then my friend visited me on sunday and I almost passed out from trying to stand the whole time he was there. It was interesting. I sewed a dolly today. Got in some arguments. Got a little overly emotional. Called someone I hadn't called in a while. Life is changing. Change is kind of hard to deal with.