This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations

Friday, February 18, 2005

Yesterday, I was convinced that I was not going to survive my surgery. I even wrote a post/will, that was to be published at my demise. But of course, things went as planned and the surgery was a success. Though I was kicked out of the hospital.
As it seems, the drugs that they gave me to knock me out, also put me in a grumpy mood. The nurse woke me up in the recovery room, and I don't really remember what I did. I think I was overly rude to her, the wheeled me into the recovery room. I started swearing, and asking them if I could leave. Not one nurse was paying attention, and this made me more grumpy. I began to swear like a sailor and threatened to take out my IV, and leave under my own accord. I got super paranoid, I thought the nurses were drugging my water. This is why I didn't want to get knocked out.
So after they had, had enough of my ranting, they brought and early release form, and asked me to sign it.
My father was not impressed with my behavior, and to think about it, neither am I. But it wasn't me acting like an asshole, it was the drugs.
when the girl was knocking me out, I asked her if I could get some of her magic knock out potion in a take home bag. Then she told me I looked like Adam sandler.

killed softly at 2/18/2005 10:43:00 AM

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