Incessant Gibberish

As I’m still not sure what day it is, my words may or may not come out right, and my left-handed, one-finger typing sucks.

I love a person that is proud of their craft, and that was certainly apparent with Dr. Dreamy Shay. (So now I nave Dr.’s Wey, Shay, and Yu. lol) Dr. Shay knew everything ahead of time, and he let me know, too! During the time Dr. Dreamy Shay was preparing his witch doctor magic, someone thought I’d look cute in a surgery cap. Only thing is, they only put it on one side. I am at their mercy. I can’t bend my right arm because it’s broken, and I can’t bend my left arm because the only place they found to put in an IV was my wrist. So the first thing that happened is that the elastic on the cap was making my forehead itch.

Dr. Dreamy Shay reappears, and he tells me how much he likes the cap. I thanked him kindly, and I asked him if he’d scratch my forehead because it eas itching. He did.

No, over the other eye.

Here?

Yeah, but higher.

Here?

Higher.

Now you’re just messing with me!

C’mon man! You’re my only source of entertainment right now!

OK, that broke the ice, ya know? I was feeling a little nervous. Dr. Dreamy Shay says he’s going to give me a nerve block, and to make sure he’s got the right nerve, I need to turn my head to the left and raise my head up just a little. He found the nerve - apparently I have more than one like I always thought - acd by this time, a kid with a meter of some kind sits down on my left side. Dr. Dreamy Shay deadens the area where the nerve is. This was the last time I was nice to him.

He told me I was going to feel a twitch, or a tingling sensation in my right elbow, shoulder, wrist, and possibly under my rib cage. This is how he’s going to know he’s doing the right thing, and when I do feel it, he wants me to “just go with it. Don’t worry, just go with it.” He tells his assistant to turn up the devise to an 8.5. HELLS!!! I didn’t quite understand it was n electrical current!

Man, I felt that shit come over me like a tsunami of raw electric exposed telephone wire! I raised up and screamed in retaliation…. “I’M NOT “GOING WITH” SHIT! GOT DAMN THAT HURTS!”

I heard the Doctor from the Bowels of Hell say, 6.5, 4, … and the next thing I knew, it was 4 hours later and I was waking up in the recovery room.

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