Tuesday, February 7, 2012
6 am. That's when I have to be there.
NOT when I have to open my eye lids to a dark world.
NOT when I have to awake myself and arouse my faculties.
NOT when I have to take a shower to scrub the special antibiotic soap all over my bacteria-ridden body.
NOT when I have to prepare myself for my doom.
NOT when I have to leave my home to get to the hospital.
I'm the first 'case.' That's right. The lucky girl that arrives at 6 am.
6 am. Oh how I haven't missed you. Lucky for me, I get to be knocked out for a couple of hours to make up for it. That's when they cut me open. Yup. Like in the child's game, Operation.
|Tools needed...true story|
Only for real.
Due to many hilarious stories of delirious post-anesthetic behaviors, I'm leaving my phone in the care of my beloved mother who will be sane and drug-free at all times. She will be in possession of the device whilst I am in a drug-induced craziness. Until such a time that I can coherently converse with you lovely peoples.
SO nothing too scandalous if you please. It's my mother who'll be reading them. Just sayin.
- From these peeps.