The doctor was very soothing, and I think he gave me more assurance than I ever needed. I was already sleepy, because I stayed up late last night chatting on here, so it didn't take long for me to get knocked out. It was so weird; it was like I was dreaming, because I was aware of people around me (though at some points, it was like they were people I knew, friends and family...I must've been dreaming!), yet I was still very relaxed. The original IV in my vein wasn't bad at all, and he said that was the worst part...which turned out to be true.
Zia, I wouldn't be worried at all if/when you get it done.
The only thing that sucks now, is I feel and talk like Brando. I did have gauze in my mouth, but my tongue was so dry, and I was so desperate for water (none since midnight last night), that I finally got to take it out. But now, my lips and even my chin are still dead and feeling bloated. My mom called me a chipmunk. I tried a Godfather line, but I can't even get my words out, so it didn't sound much like Vito.
It was so weird; it was like I was dreaming, because I was aware of people around me (though at some points, it was like they were people I knew, friends and family...I must've been dreaming!), yet I was still very relaxed. The original IV in my vein wasn't bad at all, and he said that was the worst part...which turned out to be true.
