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31 January 2007 @ 12:42 pm
DORK!  
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: 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.