Surgery, it's more unpleasant than I thought.

5:15 AM: Alarm Clock Rings.
5:20 - 5:35 AM: Shower/Dressed.
5:45 AM: Driving to South Nassau Hospital in Oceanside.
6:15 AM: Clothed in nightgown.

6:30 AM: I meet my snobby nurse and she runs through what she will generally be doing before my procedure. Not so fond of her at first, she is way too pushy. I am petrified of needles as it is and now I had to have one inserted into my hand/wrist. Ok, well I sucked that up, squeezed the handrail of my chair as tight as I could as she puts it in, fantastic. My doctor/surgeon hits traffic so I anxiously wait for him to arrive tardy to the hospital.
7:00 AM: I meet my anesthesiologist, he talks about the light general anesthesia that I'm getting in order to do the surgery.
8:00 AM: My doctor finally arrives, he comes over and explains the procedure and marks and initials my right knee with his marker. Since I can't wear my contacts or glasses I give them to my mom and hop into my wheelchair.
8:15 AM: My nurse wheels me over to the operating room, I have no idea where I'm going since I have no vision. I get wheeled into the room, I meet three other nurses and my anesthesiologist. I hop up onto the operating table and he hooks me up then asks me what college I go to and what my major is. I wake up in the recovery room.

Holy crap was I confused. I wake up with an oxygen mask on and I'm in this big room with a whole bunch of other tables around me and a baby crying. Another nurse walks over to me and asks me if I'm in pain - yes I am. I ask her what time it was and she says 9:30. She walks away and come backs with 2 syringes. Morphine is now going through my I.V and I pass out again. I have a long realistic dream that I'm actually up and active, I get wheeled out of the recovery room and wheeled into another room where I wait for my mom.

I have never felt that hungover in my life. The nausea and the headache took over. My mom and grandmother enter surprisingly with my brother, sister and best friend behind. I am not hungover I realized, I was still "drunk"/"high". Horrible feeling, I was slurring my words and falling asleep mid-sentence. I realize now its 11:00. I'm in this state eating ice, drinking tea and sleeping occasionally until 1:00pm. I never felt more of a confusion before, I had no control over the feeling sadly.

I didn't leave until 2:30 or so and I finally get home to find no power. They were working on the power lines at the end of my block Nothing to entertain me until 5:00. Pain and rest is all I have to look forward to. Until now, where I can share my day with everyone.