Hahaha. Oh dear. Well, I would have written something to confirm my survival, except a. it's not that important and b. I spent most of the week playing Tales of the Abyss and sleeping from the Vicodin anyway. Both with packs of ice wrapped around my face. I think there was at least one full day where I didn't get off the couch at all except to pee, I ordered my mom around for everything.

I got the stitches out today. I just noticed the roots they left in (would have hurt my sinuses if they took them out right away) and they're these little spiky things and I really hope they don't hurt my mouth. I want to end the era of hurty things in the back of my mouth ASAP.

As for the surgery itself, it was scary in a controlled sort of way. I was REALLY NERVOUS but ignoring it. I feel like I have this nice little list of tidbits that make for good remembering: getting an IV with Valium (still conscious), getting an oxygen mask on my face, having my mouth stuffed with gauze, writing my thoughts to my mom on her palm pilot as I woke up. I could write when I woke up! (I wonder what I wrote. I hear she saved it. Probably to do some mother fussing sick kid love crap with it.) I could walk, too! After a little while. And I was awake for several hours after I got home, too. ...so I was in pain. Don't people normally sleep through that?

Last night I had this rockin' dream I was a character in an RPG. There was a nice oneesan to keep me out of trouble and a guy who used a high-potion on me (my thought in the dream: 1000 HP for a 200 HP wimp! I FEEL MUCH BETTER NOW). Oh, it was cool.
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