The Grim Reaper walks the halls of this place, and he is a very busy entity. I forgot how much i loathe hospitals, especially military hospitals. Stinks here, it smells like piss and disinfectant. I go in for the procedure soon, calming my nerves by updating here using the nurses workstation (i have no shame), and wishing like hell i could just wake up and be somewhere in the past where i was truly healthy and happy. I miss my daughter, I miss you guys, and i miss my family. It sucks going it alone, and for once in my life i am actually scared, i watched the guy in the next little partitioned area croak in his sleep last night, and i wondered if Death uses a palm pilot now, sick, but true.
Anyway, its just that whole stupid pre surgery jitters, kind of like being in a gun fight, the moments just prior. You know its going to be bad, but just not how bad, and its the wondering and the worst case scenarios that your mind has a tendency to focus on. I know things are going to be fine, what can possibly go wrong? Its a simple plan of attack, going to get better, going to get back into the swing of things and like i said before, kick ass and take names. The decor here is just atrocious, what is with the mind numbing florescent lighting and the drab, dull colors that they paint this place? Oh, and you would thing that after so many years that they would actually come up with something nicer to wear that these damned hospital gowns, i swear i am wearing one from the sixties. Shoot, i am rambling, and i am getting heat to get off here, so i will. Much love you guys, keep your chins up, and pray that i get at least a decent sponge bath out of the deal heh heh.
P.S.- one of the nurses here has a new digital camera, wants to take a nudie shot of me. LOL it never is dull, thats for sure. If I let her, I will post it. What a life.
Update - I am up and about, the procedure didnt take long at all. Still a bit groggy, and i hurt like hell (ling f'ing needles were used) and i can feel the filament that they used inside me. Feels strange. Good news is no stitches or scars to add to my already impressive collection. Will be outta here tomorrow and home in bed by the 10:00 pm news
. Oh, and the nurse at the station got her nudie pic for letting me use the computer heh heh.
Anyway, its just that whole stupid pre surgery jitters, kind of like being in a gun fight, the moments just prior. You know its going to be bad, but just not how bad, and its the wondering and the worst case scenarios that your mind has a tendency to focus on. I know things are going to be fine, what can possibly go wrong? Its a simple plan of attack, going to get better, going to get back into the swing of things and like i said before, kick ass and take names. The decor here is just atrocious, what is with the mind numbing florescent lighting and the drab, dull colors that they paint this place? Oh, and you would thing that after so many years that they would actually come up with something nicer to wear that these damned hospital gowns, i swear i am wearing one from the sixties. Shoot, i am rambling, and i am getting heat to get off here, so i will. Much love you guys, keep your chins up, and pray that i get at least a decent sponge bath out of the deal heh heh.
P.S.- one of the nurses here has a new digital camera, wants to take a nudie shot of me. LOL it never is dull, thats for sure. If I let her, I will post it. What a life.
Update - I am up and about, the procedure didnt take long at all. Still a bit groggy, and i hurt like hell (ling f'ing needles were used) and i can feel the filament that they used inside me. Feels strange. Good news is no stitches or scars to add to my already impressive collection. Will be outta here tomorrow and home in bed by the 10:00 pm news
. Oh, and the nurse at the station got her nudie pic for letting me use the computer heh heh.VIEW 9 of 9 COMMENTS
Why did you have surgery?