The most I remember was walking into the office, doing all the poop in the chair.
And then the mask.
I remember chatting to the doctors about forcing myself to stay awke for as long as I could.
And how I felt the energy being sucked away.
And asking them for a bandaid on my first failed IV insertion.
They gave me no bandaid.
Poopfaces.
And then I remember faintly going to my car. And then waking up on the couch to change bandages.
There are no bandaids *tear*.
Now I will force myself to do normal stuff, like go over to a friends house: to prove my manliness.
I felt like I had to write that down. All the gauze is still in my mouth in stuff, changed not 4 minutes ago by my awesome mom. I also did a pullup or two to show my manliness.
And btw I am still slightly incoherent, so if this does not make sense, sorry.
And then the mask.
I remember chatting to the doctors about forcing myself to stay awke for as long as I could.
And how I felt the energy being sucked away.
And asking them for a bandaid on my first failed IV insertion.
They gave me no bandaid.
Poopfaces.
And then I remember faintly going to my car. And then waking up on the couch to change bandages.
There are no bandaids *tear*.
Now I will force myself to do normal stuff, like go over to a friends house: to prove my manliness.
I felt like I had to write that down. All the gauze is still in my mouth in stuff, changed not 4 minutes ago by my awesome mom. I also did a pullup or two to show my manliness.
And btw I am still slightly incoherent, so if this does not make sense, sorry.
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