Well Shit part 2.
Please seem my Emmy Award winning (and Nobel nominated) piece, "Well Shit" prior to reading this soon to be award winning piece.
So. I have appendicitis. Which sucks all sorts of hard. They did, however give me some serious IV pain meds. Which actually didn't help as much as I'd have expected. It was weird, I was stoned, out of it, didn't care about fuckall, but... I still hurt. Anyways, the surgical resident or as I like to call him, Flathead McBalderton (I'm not saying he wasn't nice, or competent, but all I can remember about him is that he was bald with a flat head), poked and prodded, tapped and pushed, rolled and pinched, and then wasn't sure that I'd get cut that night or the next morning. See, the places he was poking and rolling weren't quite the right place. So, then the actual surgeon came in and poked in one place. One place exactly. I convulsed, and he said, "OK, it'll come out tonight."
Then there was a whole lot more waiting. A whole lot more pain, and a fair amount of Nervous. Eventually they took me up to my room, which I was in for all of 45 seconds before they came to get me prepped for surgery. So, you know, more rolling pain. As I rolled out, Aaron and Jen showed up to keep B company whilst I was pulled apart and put back together (apparently there are bargains and bargains).
So, they take me down to the prep room, and just leave me there. This was about 15 minutes after my pain meds wore off and no one had offered me anything. And I was in a weirdly green sterile room. And I didn't feel like it was time to ask, so I just sat there. Hurting. Then the anesthesiologist came in and asked me a few questions, looked down my throat (apparently, it was nice and big... which is always what I like guys looking down my throat being happy about). Finally I asked to get something for the pain and they gave me another shot. About 20 seconds later I had to ask, "Do you care if I stay awake?" "Nope." "Aight, peace out."
I was in and out for a while then they rolled me into the O.R.. From this point, I remember helping them get me on the table, putting a mask on, and then waking up asking for B.
That's all I got right now. I'll go into recovery later. Peace folks.
-Jon