it is done.
(wow, typing is a bitch, my finger is all wrapped up like a super-D finger-mummy or something!)
i was not lucid, but fairly coherent the whole time, though my memory is blurry. i am not sure why i started talking about UFOs during the operation, which lasted a scant 15 minutes or so. but it turns out that The Good Doctor has himself been to Area 51 and threatened with bulletholes. he claimed he wasn’t kidding. freaky.
i was nervous as hell, but man that sedative sure did the trick. i felt wonderful about being there just a few seconds after the drip hit my vein! even now, there’s not a bit of pain so far. it’s not even sore (yet?). i’m hardly taking any Vicodin at all.
the only sensation i recall was a sort of pricking feeling along the inner edge of the end segment of my left 4th digit (the offending site). kind of like having an X-acto knife perforating the skin at just a millimeter depth, only with the volume turned down to a hair less than 1, if that more or less makes sense. i asked, just out of curiosity, what he was doing at that moment. he (like you can’t see this one coming) replied, deadpanning and matter-of-factly, that he was just taking it out.
“IT?! You mean-??!”
“the thing, yes.”
“what… nooooo, you gotta be kidding! really?”
“yeah. it’s out.”
“what’s it look like?”
he says it looks like an alien implant.
when they uncovered me (i didn’t get to see the actual procedure), i asked if i could see it.
i saw it.
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you gonna live?
jury is out. i’ll find out later.
but the real question is: do you get to keep thr alien implant?
No no no, you need to put it on a Greyhound bus or something and draw their attention away.
i’m SO glad it doesn’t hurt to laugh, heh!
question asked. answer: nope, not in the age of HIV. (christ, i hope i don’t have THAT now… but that’s an unusually subtle way to let me know!) so nobody gets to take home anything anymore. i’m over it.
when i was 13, my ankle broke and i had surgery to temporarily put screws in it. i guess i signed some form saying i wanted them so when the screws were taken out and properly cleaned, the hospital called back and said they were ready for pick-up. never did pick them up, though.
weird! tonsils = almost cool. used screws = wtf?
Glad to hear things went well!
thanks! it hurts today, but whatever. is all guh’ =D
:( youch. I think a day of Vicodin is indeed in order :) Take care.
Damn.
i agree =P and no, it didn’t look a thing like an alien implant. more like a hippie legume. it was the size of a pea and tie-dyed white, yellow and red.
not that i have any clue what an alien implant supposedly looks like….
Did it look like an alien implant? Did you keep it?
it looked like a tie-dyed pea: white, yellow and red. and not no wussy-assed baby pea, neither. and no, they don’t even let people keep their tonsils anymore.
you know i know how the surgery thing goes.. but at least you knew when i was having mine :( you know they asked me if i wanted to keep my gallbladder stone, i was just coming off the anesthesia, and i was like no get it fucking away from me, the nurse was like you don’t even want to see it? hehehe i never saw it.. they were going to let me take it home in a jar..