Monday, December 06, 2004
don't let keith fool you
surgery isnt all fun and games
last tuesday was the day
mother picked me up at 530 am
we made our way to the third floor day surgery unit at Memorial Hospital
i checked in for 6 am as required
i got naked and into the lil gown and then quickly under the blankets---it was freaking cold in that room!
then we waited
and waited
and waited
around 830, the gorgeous hunky surgeon came by to tell us that he WAS there and we werent waiting on him, rather we were waiting on a surgery room
whatever
i told him i was hungry and thirsty and to get the show on the road or fuck me silly
anyway now i have this ENORMOUS bruise
what
that isnt exactly right
we finally hear the gurney approach about 930
i am brought to a holding area to wait another hour
while there a cute guy on my left with a broken arm was to have his pins removed---ouchie!
onj my right was a young lady who fell and broke her hip on thanksgiving and was to have some surgery or other
sh was all in traction and then she was like---ummmm, can someone help me i'm having a bowel movement
poor girl
they had to lift and turn her she muffled the screams but i felt her pain(and smelled her poop)
FINALLY this really cute anesthesiologist came and started my IV
they wheeled me into a room and then my memory skips to recovery
omfg
painpainpain
gimme ANOTHER shot BITCH i screamed at the nurse and she did
the hunky surgeon, who i go see tomorrow at 215, told mother that my hernia was a lil larger than a quarter; we had been thinking it was the size of a pencil eraser
i have been on and off miserable all week, but NOT working
maybe i will go back to work wednesday unless hunky surgeon says no
oh, by the way, i think i found a house
more on that later
surgery isnt all fun and games
last tuesday was the day
mother picked me up at 530 am
we made our way to the third floor day surgery unit at Memorial Hospital
i checked in for 6 am as required
i got naked and into the lil gown and then quickly under the blankets---it was freaking cold in that room!
then we waited
and waited
and waited
around 830, the gorgeous hunky surgeon came by to tell us that he WAS there and we werent waiting on him, rather we were waiting on a surgery room
whatever
i told him i was hungry and thirsty and to get the show on the road or fuck me silly
anyway now i have this ENORMOUS bruise
what
that isnt exactly right
we finally hear the gurney approach about 930
i am brought to a holding area to wait another hour
while there a cute guy on my left with a broken arm was to have his pins removed---ouchie!
onj my right was a young lady who fell and broke her hip on thanksgiving and was to have some surgery or other
sh was all in traction and then she was like---ummmm, can someone help me i'm having a bowel movement
poor girl
they had to lift and turn her she muffled the screams but i felt her pain(and smelled her poop)
FINALLY this really cute anesthesiologist came and started my IV
they wheeled me into a room and then my memory skips to recovery
omfg
painpainpain
gimme ANOTHER shot BITCH i screamed at the nurse and she did
the hunky surgeon, who i go see tomorrow at 215, told mother that my hernia was a lil larger than a quarter; we had been thinking it was the size of a pencil eraser
i have been on and off miserable all week, but NOT working
maybe i will go back to work wednesday unless hunky surgeon says no
oh, by the way, i think i found a house
more on that later
