6/19/12
Feeling a discomforting sensation from the back of my throat leading up to my mouth, I quickly opened my eyes to see what was happening. Right when they were open and I was fully conscious, I saw a 3/4 foot piece of plastic tubing that they had taken out of my mouth. Relieved that that damn thing was out of me and able to take full breathes and talk again, I immediately told the people who had taken the tubing out, that I desperately needed pain medication because of the agonizing anguish I was in.
Even after they had given me more medication, I still felt like I had just been stabbed in the chest from a medieval battle. It must have been morning because the lights were just turning on, and there were a bunch of Drs. going around talking to the patients. So I had assumed about 24 hours had gone by since the operation because I figured the Dr. wouldn't be back until the next day to talk with me.
When my surgeon arrived, I could recognize his deep resonating voice talking to another patient a few "cubicles" down. While I was waiting, I came to the conclusion that all the other patients around me were his because I could hear him talking to each different person as he came closer and closer. When he came to my little cubicle it was the second time I had actually seen him in person and the third time I had spoken to him. I was anxious to hear what he had to say about the operation and how successful he was about taking out the tumor but, he only briefly went over the surgery and I barely remembered what he said because I was still a little dazed from the medications. He also talked so fast and then just left that I didn't even have time to ask him all of my questions.
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