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Well, I had my surgery yesterday and it went very well.

I was panicking and crying as they stuck the IV in me.

My surgeon, and also my anesthesiologist, asked me, "Do you feel that medicine yet?"

I twisted my face at him. "No!"

Honestly, I don't remember jack s**t after that. They knocked my crazy a** OUT. Completely. The next thing I heard was Andrew's voice.

"Honey? Wake up. You okay? Honey?"

I opened my eyes really slowly and I saw him, saw Ryann and saw a little stuffed kitten that Andrew had brought for me in my arms. I was wrapped in a brown blanket on this huge a** chair with a big wad of gauze in my mouth.

I must have been really really high off something because I was told later that I laughed at everybody in the room, including patients that came in and out. I had to be half-way carried into the car, where I found a cup and threw it out the window on the highway. Apparently I threw my hands all over Andrew's face and fell asleep. I woke up later and we where outside Ryann's house. I then threw a newspaper out of the window...and that's when I started coming to my senses.

Andrew changed my gauze and it was doused in blood. It was icky. It didn't take me long to run out, so Ryann left to get more and she also got me food and a smoothie. My mom went out to get my medicine.

I was fine for most of the time until the anesthesia fully wore off and I started to hurt. I took an L-tab and an antibiotic and then I got drowsy and had to lay down. I was changing gauze constantly. I can't tell you how much my mouth was bleeding. We watched the first Pokemon movie for the lulz. Soon after, Ryann left and I was on the couch with Andrew where I fell asleep three times and had really bad nausea later on in the night. He stuck by me the entire time and never left until my folks drove him back home later that night.

I fell asleep around nine and I only woke up a few times through the night. I'm well enough to type all this s**t out to those who care and so far I'm in no BAD pain. It's just a sore feeling and I'm aware of the stitches in the roof of my mouth. There are three surgical sites. I don't quite feel like eating because I don't want to upset it or make it bleed again. The sites are black with clots and it's not a pretty site. I'm sure I'll be healed up pretty soon, but yeah.

For the most part surgery was very very fun...but I think that's only because I was surrounded by people I loved. It definitely wouldn't of been so grand had I been alone.