Something I wrote in my journal after surgery-

Gah, I was so messed up in the hospital I forgot to write about my experience. All that I remember is being extrememly nervous, fidgeting under the sheets in all my shame and glory. Waiting for the man with the knife to come and take away all my sense. But, soon it was all blurred and there was nothing like that on my mind, there was nothing at all on my mind. Three human-looking things stood over me controlling my conciousness. It was the shortest, yet the longest sleep I've ever had, and I awoke iwth a tear-stained face, kicking and bitching for pain medication. It was the worst pain I've ever expierenced. The epidermal wasn't working, so I was feeling the full-power of what these people have done to me. Not soon enough I was giving a boost in the epedermal and two doses of morphine, which jumped right on me, ending the horrid, painful screeches that escaped my trembling lips. And soothing the excruciating pain that surged through me.

I am very grateful for what they did to me, though. ^-^