Coworker: "They don't stick a tube down your throat for general anesthesia."
Me: *pauses semi-hysterical tirade* "What?"
Other coworker: "Yeah, dude, they just stick you with an IV. You still breathe on your own."
Me: "... Oh. Well, I guess I'm okay then."
Anyway, my day has improved, liek, a hundred-fold now that I no longer need to call everyone I've ever known and Make Peace with them before having my LUNGS PARALYZED tomorrow. I have zero fear of needles (aha! I saw like half of you twitch), so if that's all there is, I'm chill.
Comment-spam, especially in ficlet form would be most welcome! However, if any of you send me links about how many people actually die from oral surgery, I will HAUNT YOU FROM THE GRAVE, OMG, AND NOT IN THAT FUN PATRICK SWAYZE WAY.
p.s. Surgery scheduled for 9 AM tomorrow. Please disregard all LJ posts made from then until, liek, Saturday, because they will probably consist of me waxing on about the meaning of life to be found in a croissant, or something equally deep. (See... there's LIFE... and it's all... like rolled around itself... and if you just leave it on the counter it gets all CRUSTY...)