Surgery

Before I talk about yesterday, I want to brief up the end of Monday. We finally did get our schedules, I found out. I was biking down Emily's driveway when I noticed she was coming out to get her mail. She told me that Powerschool was finally up. Excited, I asked her what she had. We don't share any classes, but the thing I remembered was that she had American studies with a teacher that started with L. "Linke?" I asked. And exited she said something along the lines of that's it! I told her she had Dudash (one of the best teachers I've ever had), too and she thought she just had Linke. Haha! Nope, Dudash and Linke come as a package. Linke's okay (after I had my next AS teacher), but Dudash just plain rocks. Speaking of my other AS teacher, I forgot his name. I think it starts with a P, but that's all I've figured out. Apparently I didn't like him at all. *snicker*

Well, I went on the six mile bike ride. First I went down Dancer, going over the railroad tracks and a bit up the hill, stopping where the horse pastures end. Then I turned around, biked up the huge hill and turned down Beach. Thankfully the nearly non-stop cars slowed on that road, since it gets pretty narrow at some places. After I biked the mile down (more uphill than down, though) I turned down Lima Center for a half mile or so. But looking at the time, I had to go back home. Back on Beach I heard a train, a while behind me. So I quickly biked back up the hilly road, but by the time I reached the end of it I heard the train had passed. Oh well.

Almost as soon as I got back home I hopped on the computer, typed in my username and password and I was taken to my Powerschool page. For once I didn't have to get a new pair of that stuffs. I was happy to see my schedule didn't look that bad at all for first tri:

1. German II (Zubryckyj)
2. World Lit & Comp (Mattner)
3. Biology (Tracy)
4. Accel. Algebra 2 (Snider)
5. Into Anat&Physiology (Wells)

I'm happy that I have German in first trimester and that I still have Frau Z as my teacher (her last name is SO hard to spell and impossible to say if you haven't heard the pronunciation). I'm not so sure about World Lit, but it is English, and English is normally good. Biology's cool, and I've had Tracy before. I hope we cover genetics again, but in more depth--like at the level I'm at. Algebra's just awesome. And Anatomy sounds so cool! Ohmygod! I can't wait to have that class. It should totally help with my drawings, and it's SCIENCE! Mwah hahahaha!

So after freaking out about our classes with my friends (I have German with Chase and Kyra, Biology with Jenna and Algebra with Josie), I totally forgot what I did. *shrugs* Oh well!

Next day.

I didn't get up early enough to eat, so I pretty much starved all day. But anyway! I waited around nervously all day. I drank a glass of apple juice around eleven, but I wasn't allowed to even do that after eleven thirty. I took a shower, forgot to get a sample of my urine for a pregnancy test (even though I definately did NOT have sex--ever). I did manage to do that, though.

Joe disappeared to the Johnson's house, Mom and I took Ben to his daycare (poor little dude) 'cause we had to be there before all the toddlers have lunch. Then we cashed our checks (I'm rich! I'm rich!). Even though we knew we were going to be early, we headed to the hospital anyway. So we waited in the waiting room fourty-five minutes before my appointment, finding out that they were behind. So I counted down 'till we were fourty-five minutes late (watching Teen Titans every now and again). I guess the secretary heard us, because she called someone down to talk to us. *frown* Then we found out that they would get us in at around four, instead of the innitial one thirty. My GOD was my stomach hungry. Actually, I feel like I've been hungrier.

So they finally brought me around to another waiting room. Here I was able to listen to someone playing the Wii next to me, and see someone else get ready for their surgery. I watched Teen Titans again for a little bit, changed into the hospital gowns, listened to all the different people talk and answered their questions. I think we waited for another half hour, and then they finally carted me off. There was one guy with a british accent, and when he arrived he said something like, "My Lady, your chariot awaits." It was better than that, but it sounded so COOL with his accent! It was awesome.

Another labrynth of halls, and then the surgery room. The gave me a donut "special" pillow, told me to take off my top gown, and to move over to the operating table. I did all that, they attached a few stickies onto my shoulders and stomach, a finger thing on my finger. Then they put a mask on my face. Laughing gas actually does calm you. Then the general anesthisa. I didn't exactly like it. The accent dude did say not to punch him and I couldn't understand why until I was "under the influence." It felt like I was slowly passing out again. I didn't like it. But someone was talking to me the whole time and his voice slowly got further and further away. That was kinda cool. But I still didn't like it.

They woke me up again, and I was so disoriented I couldn't think straight. At first I thought I was home, in bed. I remembered being taken to the room very vaguely, so I thought it was just a dream. As I became more conscious I finally figured out what was happening. My mom told me something about it felt like no time was passing, and she was right. They asked me if I wanted Mom, and I said sure. I think. Anyway, when she came I asked the time. It was six thirty already! Geesh that's a long time.

As I was still coming to, I got a popcicle. I swear the red part of the stuff actually tasted like red. The white I couldn't place my finger on, but the blue tasted blue, too. Not like how the red tasted red . . .

Yeah.

The let me leave another half hour or so later. My mom wheeled me away, huffing and puffing every time we made it to a slope. I would have gotten out to help her, but I would just have to resort to hopping up and down while I still wasn't completely there. I asked if I could have crutches instead of hobbling around, but they said my doctor didn't think I would need them. Pfft. I still want crutches.

So we finally made it to the car. We were halfway through the city when I felt like I was going to barf. Once my mom was off the phone I told her and she looked around for a container, but couldn't find one. Finally, she pulled out the belongings bag and set that in my lap. I didn't puke! While she was on the phone she said Kelly, her work friend, had crutches she would let us borrow. Yay Kelly!

We got home. I had to lean [heavily] on my mom to get up the two steps to our porch, and my dad held open the door so I could get in. I hesitated at the "mud room", trying to figure out how I could get my shoe off, but finally decided hopping into the living room wouldn't be a bad idea. At least I could sit on the couch instead of falling over.

Mom made up some maceroni and cheese (Velveeta!) and I ate. It felt like I wasn't all to hungry, though. I had another glass of apple juice (which tasted like the anesesia) and a bunch of strawberries. Later I had a bowl full of frozen yogurt. Around nine I felt like I had to go to bed. Using the new hand rail on our stairs (which isn't really new--just for us) I hobbled downstairs. I hopped to my room, finally collapsing on my bed. I changed myself into my pj's and tried to fall asleep. If I didn't support my foot, it hurt. And I didn't really fall completely asleep, I think. I just kept going in and out of the zone. *sticks tongue out*

And I woke up this morning, still unable to hobble with my right foot. I'm still hoppin' around. Well, I think I spent enough time on this entry. I need ta eat!

SONG OF THE DAY: Behind Hazel Eyes ~ Kelly Clarkson (I dunno why)