So I lived through my surgery, and of most fixation, my nose is straight for the first time since mid-2002.
If there’s a WSM? sequel, it’s gonna be my Mark Hamill moment.
The whole thing was pretty fun, and the sheer joy I felt at checking out from the world to the sweet embrace of anesthesia was amazing.
My face is swollen, but I’m off the painkillers and have a working brain again. I’ve had surgery twice in my life, and both times, as I’m laying down on the operating table, I’ve started laughing. It’s for no particular reason – I’m not like thinking about anything specific.
There’s just something about the whole casual nature of it that gets me. Like, “Okay, just lay down there, and we’re gonna knock you unconscious and cut you open with some of these sanitized knives.”
Both times the doctor has asked what I was laughing at, and both times I’ve just kinda shook my head, and been like, “Nothing – let’s do some operating.”
When was the last time you had surgery? Funny? No? Yes?
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