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Back from surgery! Story time! >D
Hoooooooooowdy-ho! I had major surgery 3 weeks ago, actually. I didn't get out of the hospital yesterday or anything. Read my text on the screen: thuh-reeeee--weeeeeeksuh--uh-goooooo. Almost. On Monday, 10 in the morning, it will officially be 3 weeks. Not that anyone cares about official things--we Gaians only care about the approximate =D How can I prove that? I would very much like to being in the bubbly state I am in at the moment, but there are more important matters to discuss. Surgery, for example.
Honestly, I don't know what I was afraid of...AH! And that's just it--I was didn't know what I was afraid of even when I was afraid. So, technically speaking, I was afraid of the unknown. Everyone's afraid of the unknown, neh? Well, excluding Issun. He leaps before he thinks. Why am I veering from the subject!? This is surgery we're talking about, not little bouncing Poncles! Not little bouncing children!! Little bouncing children are for different conversations, not this one! NO!! This is about surgery...
And surgery...eh...For all of you people that may be getting surgery soon, keep this in mind--it's fun. Don't know why and I don't know how but it is pretty darn fun. That is if you go under general anesthetic. Otherwise, you're screwed whee
Let me start from the top. My mom, grandmother, my father, and I all had to reach the hospital by five thirty in the morning. Yes, that is pretty darn early, but you have to understand; knowing that tomorrow you're going to have your back cut open doesn't open a big oppurtunity of sleep. In short, I didn't get any sleep, so getting up was no issue. Once we got to the hospital, everything was yippy-skippy.
We waited for no more than six or seven minutes when they called my name, brought me into a room merely guarded by a sliding glass door and some curtains where I had to get dressed into my own little paper gown. This thing was tight. It had a little warming system in it that made me feel nice and cozy when I got into the preparation bed...thing. There was only one uncomfortable problem--no pants! Nothing! No panties, either. I didn't like that feeling at first. Pretty soon, I didn't even care.
You see, the IV nurse lady person came in and pulled out a really thin, really long needle connected to a tube and of course connected to some machine out of my sight. This needle was called an "IV". I learned to know them very well, especially since they left four scars in my skin. Anywho, she slid the needle down my wrist and injected two drops of "happy juice" into the tube. "Happy juice"...hmm...bet you can guess what my fear was when those tubes came closer to my wrist? What makes me happier than anything in the world? Hm? Hmmmmm? *pokes journal banner* There was an even more horrifying issue, see? My dad was in the room, and he doesn't know of this, er, obsession.
I watched as the droplets moved leisurely through the tube. When they finally entered me, I felt it. It was cool. I actually felt the liquid go inside my body...and the next thing I knew, Cloud was ON THE BRAIN! WHOOHOOHOO! Good thing I didn't go crazy, though. He was just on the brain ^^ Yay, Cloud!
The real effect of the Happy Juice was of me not caring about anything. I didn't care about what people thought about me when they pulled the bed out the room and into the operating room, I didn't care what people did to me, I didn't even care about the underwear I wasn't wearing anymore!
In the operating room, the dear old operating room, all I remember was a whurring noise. They put a tube on my face and told me to breathe deep. I did. I did it again.
And then I woke up. Whoo, that was easy, neh? Not quite, actually. I now know the meaning of consciousness coming back bit by bit. The first bit came when they decided to roll me over on my side after they had already patched me up in order to check on the bandages. That was a big bit...because it huuuurt.
The next bit was when I started to understand what people were saying around me. The next was when I realized that I was awakening. And the next was the realization that I had gone through surgery...or was about to. I wasn't really sure. It was then that people realized I was awake.
"How are you feeling?" They would ask. I was about to say "fine" when the next and final bit came--I was ******** thirsty. Excuse my language, but it's true! I have never been so thirsty that my whole throat was completely dry--I couldn't produce a droplet of spit. I couldn't even talk right. I told them "thirsty" everytime a doctor or nurse asked how I was feeling (althought I had to repeeat it several times). I even asked one doctor if I could have some water. He said no -_-
Ah! And I never thought I'd see the day when seeing my own doctor, Dr. Phillips, would be a relief. I snoozed a bit as he sat next to my contraption of a bed, fiddling with his computer. They took some x-rays of me earlier while I was still half asleep, but I was in bed.
"Check it out." My doctor told me and I instantly came to my full senses as he turned the computer monitor towards me. There was an x-ray of my spine...and the snake was properly replaced by a straight staff. I couldn't really jump for joy or anything, so I kinda just went, "Whoo..." Then he told the nurses that I could have ice chips. Ice chips never tasted so good...mm...
I was sent to my room with my mom later. Ever, uh, fifteen minutes I begged her to feed me ice chips because I was so darn thirsty. I couldn't even watch the TV at that point because inclining the bed was a whole lot of HURT! But I eventually got it at a ninety-degree angle days and days later...but I could watch TV the next day, I think.
Oh, yeah...I had a room mate. He was a 6-month-old baby named Roberto =D As far as baby's go, I actually loved him. I didn't see him much at all with the curtains between us and all, but he made the cutest noises whee He also had very loud parents that I didn't really like...They wouldn't let me sleep...
Hm...the hospital stay details aren't really much I can talk about on here, but I'm doin' well now. The only pain I expereinced that was EXTREME was when two moronic nurses came in and told me to go to the bathroom on the actual toilet. Of course, it was right next to my bed, but still--I hadn't been out of bed in thuree dayssss. I didn't even sit up, and they made me sit up, stand up, walk, pivot, sit, and expected me to go to the bathroom. Dude, I was in so much pain, I had to vomit. I was in SO much pain, my mom was about to vomit. No lie. The next day, though, my favorite nurse came in and actually did it right to where she sat me up, let me sit up until the nausea went away, stand up and ditto, walk, pivot, sit, and I WENT! WHOO! Excitement, excitement you don't really care do you?
Anyways, that was my wonderful hospital stay =D Grand, wasn't it?
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