Surgery is done. It's been going pretty ok, I don't hurt and don't have the infamous chipmunk face everyone talks about. Hated the surgery itself though. The nurses were rude and unprofessional and the anesthesia made me go into hysterics.
It started off with my mom picking a fight with me on the way there, brilliant right? about to go into my first surgery ever and you decide to argue about what part of valley hospital is considered the medical part. real mature bitch. (i love my mom, but sometimes she's just not the smartest.)
Then later the nurse came in to get me and asked if either of us wanted to meet the doctor. I said yes, my mom said no. The nurse said the closest possible thing to 'but you don't matter, come with me." that I have ever heard. not nice.
So then I'm laying down and trying to get nice and numb from the laughing gas and it turns out they didn't even turn it on. fucking idiots. so I'm fully awake when they stick all the needles in me (I fucking hate needles).
For some reason, and I know it wasn't the needles, I start to cry and freak out...still have no idea why but i did.
Then I passed out.
When I woke up I couldn't stop freaking out, my heart was beating so fast and I was crying and fighting back. Not to mention with me half conscious, the nurses took it upon themselves to make snide comments about the cutting scars on my arms (I would have understood if they were fresh, but they're fucking 6 years old.) Which pissed me off pretty bad. grow up.
so from there they got me into a wheelchair and tried to get me out the door. on the way out the actual doctor came by and the nurse said say goodbye to Dr. (whatever his name was...) to which I replied, "I fucking hate you asshole."
So I got into the car and looked in the mirror. My face didn't look that bad but my tongue was a shade of crimson I had never seen before.
Got home, and even though you're not supposed to drink for at least 7 days after, I took 3 shots of vodka with oxycodone and passed the fuck out.
That was my Monday.
It started off with my mom picking a fight with me on the way there, brilliant right? about to go into my first surgery ever and you decide to argue about what part of valley hospital is considered the medical part. real mature bitch. (i love my mom, but sometimes she's just not the smartest.)
Then later the nurse came in to get me and asked if either of us wanted to meet the doctor. I said yes, my mom said no. The nurse said the closest possible thing to 'but you don't matter, come with me." that I have ever heard. not nice.
So then I'm laying down and trying to get nice and numb from the laughing gas and it turns out they didn't even turn it on. fucking idiots. so I'm fully awake when they stick all the needles in me (I fucking hate needles).
For some reason, and I know it wasn't the needles, I start to cry and freak out...still have no idea why but i did.
Then I passed out.
When I woke up I couldn't stop freaking out, my heart was beating so fast and I was crying and fighting back. Not to mention with me half conscious, the nurses took it upon themselves to make snide comments about the cutting scars on my arms (I would have understood if they were fresh, but they're fucking 6 years old.) Which pissed me off pretty bad. grow up.
so from there they got me into a wheelchair and tried to get me out the door. on the way out the actual doctor came by and the nurse said say goodbye to Dr. (whatever his name was...) to which I replied, "I fucking hate you asshole."
So I got into the car and looked in the mirror. My face didn't look that bad but my tongue was a shade of crimson I had never seen before.
Got home, and even though you're not supposed to drink for at least 7 days after, I took 3 shots of vodka with oxycodone and passed the fuck out.
That was my Monday.
put them in a glass of milk and enjoy!