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well i had my surgery yesterday. they couldnt find a good vein for my IV so they had to stab me like 5 times, no big deal though just annoying. so after they put the IV in me they gave me this medicine that made me all goofey (and we all know im already wierd enough). so after i got the goofey medicine i looked at my arm and i had a wrist band that says ceclor because its a kind of medicine that im allergic to and for some reason i was insisting that it was my doctors name and that it was pronounced seslor, so my mom thought that was pretty funny. then i started talking about the IV and i was calling it an RV u know one of those big vehicles. and i was like ahh why do i need this RV in my arm? then i decided id take that stupid cap and put it over my face while i was wearing these wierd looking blue gloves, that kinda got most of the nurses laughing. then i asked the nurse that came in to give me the anestetic why they put alchohal on people before they give them lethal injections. she just kinda laughed and shook her head and then this guy came to wheel my bed into the hall and on our way to the surgery room i asked him what the speed limit is down this hallway and he told me it was the... eh i dont know what its called but you know that highway thing in some other country where there isnt a speed limit? then i asked him what the chances are that we could go a little faster so we were goin really fast down the hall, that guy was sooo fun. but after that i was out. cant stay up after they get that anestetia in u. so when i woke up some lady was standing over me and telling me to wake up and i had an oxygen mask. she told me to take a deep breath of the oxygen and i did but i was out again before i could breathe it out lol. they finally got me up and took the darn IV outta my arm then let me get dressed. after i got dressed they were like o hold on we will get a wheelchair for u. and i was like why i can walk just fine, i had my adnoids taken out, they didnt cut off my feet or anything. then the lady insisted upon it because it was hospital policy. so while im being pushed around in the wheelchair i notice how people look at you and stare and have these looks of pity, and i realized how terrible it must be for people that always really have to be in wheelchairs, it kinda pissed me off. then i got in the car and got home and after i called steve and sam i was back to sleep for 5 and a half hours. then at 7 15 i woke up and i felt a little sore but thats about it. today i feel almost perfect, i dont know what they were talking about when they said id be in bed most of the weekend. they must just be crazy.