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Why is surgery so scary? You know it’s nothing life threatening, you know exactly what’s going to happen. You know you’re going to have to lie on a hospital bed, and put on a hospital gown, so why does the site of the bed make your heart start racing? Why does wearing the hospital gown make you all of a sudden feel so much more sick than you had an hour before? Or is all that just me? And then when it’s over, am I surprised? One second I’m slowing becoming stoned out of my mind and the next I’m back in that bed with some part of my body numb and taught and obviously not-how-I-left-it,.and I’m so relieved, so relieved it’s over and the soon some one will come pull the IV out of me and everything and I’ll get to see my parents and all that. But there’s just this wave of relief rolling over me at the thought that I don’t have to do it anymore. All this time I still had to do it, and now that it’s done, I don’t anymore. It’s strange being healthy again. As healthy as one can be a few days after surgery.

posted by: monsoon at 22:01 | link | comments |

Well I'm here, bedridden at the moment, after just having had a rather minor butt surgery. Bored out of my mind. What is it about your own house that drives you crazy after a while? I've been in this house, mostly this room, for going on five days now. Despite the fact that I'm recovering quickly and should be fine to go out within two days, I know my family won't let me. I have to start school again on monday, but if it weren't for that I'm sure they'd try to keep me here until May. I mean, I'm flattered, and everything, that they care so much about my butt. But still. My whatever-you-want-to-call-her brought me flowers. Sun flowers, to be exact. But I feel so pathetic with people bringing me flowers and board games and picking things up for me when I drop them over the side of the couch. Meh. I will live. I've become addicted to sudoku.

posted by: monsoon at 17:57 | link | comments |