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...what a great feeling.
I'm getting ready to go to the hospital and getting patched up. I know that they're going to put me under (or not). I know that it's going to hurt like a mofo. I can feel the muscles in my throat tighten and a "shiver" cascasde through my body. When my grandfather went for a routine surgery back 15 years ago, he died in the hospital. That's usually the thing that I think about just before I go in. It's wierd. It's almost like in HS, when you sit down for a test that you didn't study for. My hands are trembling. I am scared that I won't come out.
I love that feeling. The terror. The fear. It's great.
Unfortunately, for you people, I know that I am and will be on later today.
I'm getting ready to go to the hospital and getting patched up. I know that they're going to put me under (or not). I know that it's going to hurt like a mofo. I can feel the muscles in my throat tighten and a "shiver" cascasde through my body. When my grandfather went for a routine surgery back 15 years ago, he died in the hospital. That's usually the thing that I think about just before I go in. It's wierd. It's almost like in HS, when you sit down for a test that you didn't study for. My hands are trembling. I am scared that I won't come out.
I love that feeling. The terror. The fear. It's great.
Unfortunately, for you people, I know that I am and will be on later today.
