WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE ?!

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As an 11 year (and counting) O.R. veteran, I've come to the realization that waking up from anesthesia is very similiar to the unfreezing process held at the Ministry of Defense's Cryogenic Facility. The disorientment, the horrifying bedhead, but specifically Austin's showcasing at 1:56 to 2:58. Although no one is keeping time, I'm certain it takes me at least 5 minutes for my evacuation to be comple- comp- com- complete. I always have an audience as well, only I'm sitting down and wearing a backless paper dress, rather than standing in a hair vest. It doesn't help that I suffer from extreme pee shyness, either. It's difficult just to get started. Whether I'm hooked up on hospital opiates or as clean as a whistle, baby, can I have some privacy please?

I don't mean to sound like The Queen Bee here, but if South Miami held a Patient Superlatives I think there's a good chance that I would be voted "Most Popular".

My mini-room with a hospital bed and curtain walls is always crowded with nurses every morning of a surgery, as everything gets set up around me. One, who is actually asigned to me, and the other five or six who always come to visit with hugs and kisses and Good Lucks. Even Nurse Teresa, who I met just the week before, came by with a friendly face last Tuesday before my big send off. We're just a bunch of girls hanging out and making jokes as if it's a twisted slumber party, but instead of pillow fights and playing Truth or Dare, we're asking "When was the last time you ate?" and playing Find the Vein.

Everybody loves me. And I love them for loving me.

Names to remember: Nadine, Agnes, Janet, Rebecca, Teresea --the other few names I will ask for on my next trip.

Okay, it's only been a week and I'm very tired and groggy. I think I'm going to go to sleep for a 13-hour block. Goodnight y'all!