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Friday, September 21, 2001
This is how I felt when I was trying to wake up from my surgery. Akasha 8:56 PM So I got all 4 wisdom teeth removed a week ago today. I haven't written about it up until now because I really try and remove negative experiences from my mind but now my mouth is bothering me again so I might as well share the misery. My appt was at 8am and I was to have general anesthesia - to be fully under. This was my choice because I hate needles of any kind and will freak out. One time I was giving blood and I pictured my arm turning green and shriveling up like a pistacio. Needless to say, I started sweating all over and they stopped the IV. This was right after the Oklahoma City bombing.. the people at Red Cross were nice, but they pretty much kicked me out.. wimp! No, they didn't, but I haven't given blood since then. When I arrived at the office, they hooked up all sorts of gadgets on me. A pulsoximeter on my finger, two huge clampy things on both forearms, and an automatic blood pressure gauge on my left forearm. It was interesting to see my pulse and blood pressure as I watched the nurses run around and prepare for my surgery. My "resting" pulse was about 80 and blood pressure around 105/70. As I watched them bring out the needles and the tools my pulse would rise to 85. As the doctor put in the needle to administer the anesthesia, it was around 90. My doctor is actually a pretty good looking guy. He looked like the Yeti man on 'Friends'. So the procedure itself was really short.. Bob came in afterwards and was in there for quite some time (which I don't recall). All I remember when I woke up was how drowsy I was.. drowsy.. like the Pokemon.. and how my whole lower jaw was numb. I also had two huge pieces of gauze in my mouth. I kept wanting to go back to sleep but the nurse was telling me I had to wake up. I took that in my drug-induced state as 'Hurry up, we gotta get you out of here'. So I rushed out the best I could, hanging on to Bob out to the car. Bob told me later that snails and turtles could've probably beaten us two times around. When I got home I did a nice face-plant into the couch. I'm better now.. although I have two holes on my lower jaw that I don't think are normal. Rice gets stuck in there and that's pretty annoying. I recovered fairly quickly.. by Sunday I was riding although pretty weak from not having normal food for two days. I've been taking Aleve because the Vicodin I was on was really getting me nauseous.. I have about 15 pills left.. any takers? Akasha 10:06 AM Stories like this I usually find really corny.. but I made myself read through this one and it tugged at my heart.. I know those of you that surround yourself with animals can emphasize. WELCOME AT RAINBOW BRIDGE Akasha 9:44 AM Thursday, September 20, 2001 I give up on the comments thing. Gotta watch Big Brother. Akasha 9:26 PM My next goal is to try and get a comments section in my blogger. I tried this once and it didn't work (because of the freeserver site not supporting the comments program). So now I have to figure out how to do it again.. figuring out something that you dismissed is harder than figuring it out fresh and new. Now you can yell and pick at whatever I have to say.. Akasha 1:44 PM Tuesday, September 18, 2001 Oh yeah! Another bit of interesting news.. Bob found out that Peking Boy is right next to the local porno shop in Concord. Akasha 4:46 PM Last night Bob and I had Domino's pizza.. couldn't resist the sight of the cheesy bread on the tele (even though we had tons of chinese food leftovers from Peking Boy) So we get a medium onion and mushroom with cheezy bread. This morning I woke up at about 3am (to Blade hacking) and I can't get back to sleep because my stomach is cramping so much. Didn't help that all yesterday I had bread.. for breakfast (bagel), for lunch(bagel, oreo, granola bar), and more starch for dinner. So I was on the toilet until the alarm went off. Bob had diarrhea too. Domino's pizza.. evil! EVIL!!!!!!!! Cheezy bread EVIL. Akasha 4:44 PM I haven't been writing much.. I've been mainly trying to gather my thoughts about the tragedy that has befallen our nation. I've been avoiding the news now because most of what comes out is speculation and rumor and I can get very easily caught up in that. Lizette sent me an e-mail.. she's very upset and angry. She seems to dive right into all of this and gets very involved whereas I seem to avoid it.. there is even a little bit of denial in me. I keep living my life, in my little own world because it hasn't really *hit* me. For the first time yesterday I saw a photo of a man falling from the towers.. it looked like a computer game.. like SimTower.. a little man that decided to fall out of the building. I'm a product of my video-game playing, movie-watching, nothing-can-hurt-me generation. I don't know why I have this emotional detachment from what happened. Don't get me wrong, when i first heard the news I cried.. I stood there in front of the TV with tears falling from my eyes, hugging Bob, with my heart just feeling like it was ripped from my chest and beaten. I think I'm scared. Despite what happened, I don't want to go to war. My brother is 17, if this drags on, he could be shipped to God knows where to fight. I don't know what the answers are, but it seems inevitable now that there is more blood to be shed. An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind. - Ghandi Akasha 11:45 AM Had to share.. http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Cinema/3117/sociosmurf2.htm (stolen from pugugly.org) Akasha 11:36 AM |
