Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Because I'm Back I came back today. I had my neighbor to pick me up because my parents were nowhere to be found. I look so... mutilated. I still have the bandages on my head. I've been told not to poke the spot where they cut off part of my brain, but it's so fun! I have a splitting headache though, and I'm constantly tired; supposedly that's expected. They told me I should stay at home for next 3 to 4 weeks, but I 'll probably do only three... or maybe two and a half.Chunk of my hair is shaved off; I almost wanted to cry when they were chopping my fabulous hair. I had the surgeon come to my room and talk about the "simple" procedure. As I promised earlier, I asked him to tell me how many people died under his scalpel during this procedure; and I was right, he just repeated the procedure was very simple. I also asked one of the technicians where they get their drills; he didn't know. The surgery went well; it may sound sick but I sorta got disappointed by that... I mean, I'm glad I'm fine but it would be sorta more exciting if there were complications during the surgery and later... a miracle! I'm fine. Oh you wouldn't understand.The first person I saw after the surgery was my cousin. That made me happy. Somebody drove him to PA from NYC because he doesn't know how to drive on a right-hand-side traffic... oh those Aussies. He brought me balloons and flowers, a designer purse, and an video iPod. He said I should be ashamed of myself for being so technologically advanced (he still can't believe at my wireless flat keyboard that works within 20 ft of my computer, and a matching silver wireless mouse that works in the air... in 3D) but still use a cdplayer. What I never told him is that I already had two iPods but I returned them to the person who gave them to me. My cousin said he won't speak to me if I return it back to him, so I kept it. He preloaded it with my favorite music and some of his chill Aussie music. Who else visited me? My aunt with her hubby and annoying kids, my parents and brother, my neighbor, my stalker... oh she wouldn't pass on the situation, some people from school, some of my friends from NJ, and... two people that I didn't really expect: my NJ boyfriend and Dr. Steve.My NJ bf came all the way from Florida (skipped out on his Law school for a day or two) and came to visit me. He showered me with gifts and complained that he found out about this the last minute... yea like I didn't. I considered for a second to break up with him there but then I got reminded of that episode of Six Feet Under where right after the surgery Nate tells Brenda he doesn't love her anymore and wants a divorce... and then he dies. It's pitiful that the last words were not I love you or I'm glad to see you but rather I cheated on you. So just in case I suddenly surprisingly died, I didn't break up with him right there.Dr. Steve visited me. He said I look fabulous but I suspect that he felt he had to say that. We talked and... yea. I'm glad he's my doctor: so cute, so smart, so caring. A nurse asked me confidentially if there's something between me and the doctor. Funny.I'm glad I'm home... all the tv to watch. And all the lettuce to eat. I asked to have as many leaves of lettuce on my sandwich as possible, and I got only one. I guess, hospitals try to save money on veggies.9:05 p.m. - February 17, 2006 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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