Oh Sweet Wretchedness

Woke up today, popped my valium to quell my nervousness about the surgery and waited for Joolie to arrive right on schedule. The power of valium is something I need to look into....because I felt a but sluggish, but overall worry free and a little dare I say happy once it fully hit me. The doctor was the one running behind today and my surgery was pushed back until about 10:30, but once I got up in the chair and the ball was in motion apparently things went rather quickly. Then again, I was knocked out so time flew by for me. I can't recall much, but I vaguely have some memories towards the end when they were bringing back from slumber land.

I got my prescriptions, was wheelchaired out to the Joolie's awaiting Vibe and hit up the CVS for some drugs. All the while I could faintly feel the blood draining from my wounds, but the ice pack they provided was doing a good job of convincing me that this was really nothing to worry about at all. Joolie dropped me off and even though I had popped a pain pill, the knowledge that my Nano was over at UPS waiting for me was too much. I got dressed, drove over there (the idea of a nice Frosty from Wendys contributed) and made the pick up. I came home with Nano in hand (it's getting filled as we speak with my pathetically undersized collection) and plowed through some TIVO'd shows. My Name is Earl was kind of funny, CSI was decent, Big Brother finale sucked since Maggie won. The whole time I'm still wondering why I feel alright, not too drowsy, etc. And then all of a sudden it hit me like a ton of fucking bricks. I guess the drugs they pumped me full of to perform the surgery have worn off and I feel like someone punched me with all their strength on the right side of my face. My tongue is still a little numb which scares me since I'm worried that when it gets feeling back I'm in for more horrible pain. For a short time I was harboring ideas of being able to forgo some pain pills tonight so that I could possible go out and drink some alcohol. This kid Ryan who moved from Philly to Augusta is leaving to go back to Philly tomorrow and his farewell bash is being held at my neighboring Karoake bar Greene Streets. I'll be able to see folks come and go from the bar out my window...

Part of me wants to go to shake off the vibe I've been projecting of Mr. Unsocialable, and another part wants people to see me do a song and be shocked at what I can do with a microphone. But all of me wants to just cry and pray that the pain goes away. I guess for now I'll play it by ear. Nap, shave (finally), watch Lost, Invasion and Judge Alex...see how I feel in a couple hours.