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31 January 2007 @ 12:42 pm
So at work, I just told everyone that I am SCARED THAT I AM GOING TO DIE IN SURGERY TOMORROW because omg, they will stick a TUBE down my throat and I HATE that and someone says they have to PARALYZE YOUR LUNGS and and...

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...)
am: werk
feel: scaredscared
hear: oh, crap, I forgot to turn the music on.
pellucid: DRRpellucid on January 31st, 2007 10:01 pm (UTC)
Good luck comment!fic, long-lost pairing in five minutes or less. *hugs* You'll do great tomorrow!

"You're not coming in tomorrow why?" He couldn't have heard what he thought he heard.

Monica sighed and looked up from her papers. "I'm having my wisdom teeth out. Minor surgery. Back on Monday." Her voice was a little clipped, but John couldn't tell if she was annoyed or nervous.

"Don't people usually have that done when they're teenagers or something?" He had vague memories of not being able to eat either his sixteenth or seventeenth Thanksgiving dinner because his mother had scheduled his surgery over the holiday weekend.

"Well, mine didn't come in, and I wasn't going to let some dentist go cutting in my mouth if it wasn't necessary."

"And now it's necessary?"

"Apparently." She picked at the edge of her desktop calendar distractedly. "I don't like going under anaesthesia. Makes me all panicky," she admitted.

"What flavor ice cream?" John asked suddenly.

"Huh?" She blinked.

"When I pick you up from your surgery tomorrow, what flavor ice cream should I bring?" he clarified, grinning a little.

Monica smiled, looked a little relieved. "Chocolate."
Little Red: xf - drr forever - Carolinamylittleredgirl on January 31st, 2007 10:13 pm (UTC)

I never thought of this as being an inspiration for 'ship. Silly me. I'm considerably happier about this now.
pellucid: DRRpellucid on January 31st, 2007 10:45 pm (UTC)
Well, you did say, did you not, that "Comment-spam, especially in ficlet form would be most welcome!" And where there is illness, injury, or surgery, there is inspiration for 'ship. :)

Little Red: xf - drr breath apart - _juxtaposedmylittleredgirl on January 31st, 2007 10:48 pm (UTC)
Yes, I did, and this is way way better than I expected! Because now I will wake up from surgery and drool goofily about X-Files. :)

And this is so super cute!! I can totally imagine him making a lot of fun of her, and then having to wait around the office for her, and dragging her home in his truck, and then because he's at the office the doc will make him stay with her for the day and make her take her meds and stuff. And he'll mock her the whole time, and she won't remember a thing. Yesyesyes.
pellucid: Doggett/Reyes hugpellucid on January 31st, 2007 11:03 pm (UTC)
Hee! Yes indeed. Post-wisdom-tooth surgery can be all kinds of fun for the friends and family. For example, after I had my wisdom teeth out, I apparently insisted quite vehemently that I had to put my nose ring back in right now, lest the hole (that had been there for two years at that point) grow back. There was, I am told, no talking me out of this notion. So in the car on the way home, with no motor skills to speak of, I started trying to stick a small, pointy object back into my nostril. Amazingly enough, not only did I fail to put out an eye, but I actually got it where it was supposed to go. I don't remember a bit of it, but my mother was exceedingly amused.

Monica doesn't have her nose pierced, but I'm sure she would get her mind fixated on something equally odd and be the source of all sorts of mocking from John. And then he would totally have dirt on her.
Little Red: b5 - ivanova oven - crazybeemylittleredgirl on January 31st, 2007 11:12 pm (UTC)
Oh noes!! I don't want to act ridiculous and start hobbling into traffic or something! But I don't have control issues or anything. (You'd think I'd be over those after all those years of me falling asleep in public places and sending emails in my sleep.) I can totally forsee me trying to direct my sister, who is utter crap at directions, to find her way home, and us ending up in Washington State or something. OY.