I. Am. Alive.
haha. 
Turns out surgery isn’t too bad after all. In fact, I barely remember anything. Let’s see…I remember waking up and I felt fine the morning of (before taking the valium in fact). Cool, calm, and collected was I. Once that medicine was in me though, I got pretty loopy. I remember I kept trying not to laugh, what I was trying not to laugh at I don’t remember, but I remember trying not to. At one point, we had just gotten in the doctor’s office, and I started smiling, leading up to laughing, and I remember holding it in like crazy. I tend to be a reserved person when around people I don’t know; not that I’m not friendly or anything, for surely I am, but I’m just more reserved. And what is more reserved than someone laughing their head off at nothing, eh?
I remember them hooking me up to all sorts of clamps, blood pressure machine, and an IV. Then the cute anethesialogist started putting in three different meds and I was gone. Supposedly the doctor could tell I don’t drink because he said it didn’t take much of the medicine to knock me out, whereas the more you drink the more meds you need. So that was pretty cool. AND according to my mother, I didn’t say anything embarassing or nothing!! SCORE points for me!! 
I was so worried about saying something foolish. But no, mom said I was actually really quiet and barely said a thing-the entire time I was there, before or after the surgery.
I’ve slept so much the past 3 days its insane. Thankfully, the meds knock you out like crazy, so it doesn’t make it hard to fall asleep or anything. One thing I’m not too fond of is that my one cheek is still swollen. It really didn’t swell up that bad on Tuesday, but by Wednesday it was horrid!!! And its slowly going back down. Yea for icepacks I guess. I’ve also eaten sooo much the past 3 days. Its crazy. As swollen as my cheeks have gotten, it really hasn’t hurt all that bad. To the point that I’ve been eating Dibbs icecream, pizza slices, soups, fruit cups, chicken & rice, and more. But of course I’ve been doing the salt water rinse like crazy after everything, cuz there is NO WAY I want an infection. No thank you-not me!!!
I’m so EXTREMELY excited!!! Tomorrow my best friend and I are going to see The Dark Knight. =D =D This just proves how much she loves me cuz she HATES going to watch movies in crowded theaters (and we all know how crowded this movie is going to be) and she dislikes going to movies in theaters in general. Whereas I would have LOVED to have been able to make the midnight showing, and had I been up there in Raleigh, I would have most definetely have gone w. my friends. Oh well. I can wait a few more hours for the greatness that is The Dark Knight.
While brushing my teeth, I think some of my stiches came out. I’m not exactly sure if this is a good thing or not…but oh well. I go in for my checkup on Monday. I guess they will tell me then.
I’ve started reading the book In A Pit With A Lion On A Snowy Day by Matt Batterson. I really like it so far. The man can hook-line-and-sink when it comes to writing. This is like my second ever non-fiction christian book, the first being Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis, of which I am currently reading as well. I’m branching out. Go me.
Ok. Scrubs is on, and I really should go to bed soon. After I play some guitar of course. I’ve finally written a song on the guitar. No lyrics or anything, just the tune-and its kind of mournful, although I’m not sure why. But its really pretty sounding (in my opinion).
Nite yo…
-immashutterbug
