Cut Me

SF General Hospital, Psychiatric Building // Holga 120FN

I'm a little freaked out about the surgery I am going to have, and I know I will be fine, but the thought of six people standing over a highly sedated me with scapels is just plain creepy. Like bad dream wake up sweaty creepy, which is why I opted not to be put out. I think that if I did go for being out, and waking up all packed up, swollen, and in pain would give me nightmares. I keep having flashes of "Nip and Tuck". Ech. If I sound like a wuss, I don't care. To me, it's not like getting my hip or stomach cut open; my nose is much more personal, so literally IN MY FACE.

June 18, 2005 06:15 PM