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Sunday, February 18, 2007
Cause you got me in a daze your illusion make me sway

It was not painfree... it was painFULL

And mind you, I have super low tolerance for pain. I don't understand why some people would actually go for plastic surgery. I rather be ugly and pain free. No more nose job!

When I got there, I found out that I would be placed in an operation theater, lying on the a table and not on the comparatively comfy dentist chair. They made me change into a green robe that could fit 2 Zinmars, a blue robe over that and brown slippers. nothing pink or purple :(

They make me sit out and wait for like 20 mins while about 3 nurses and a doctor ask me the same questions, i.e. if I am allergic to any medicine and when was the last time I ate.

The first nurse asked my passport number while putting on a name tag around my wrist and I said 6739 6570 which is my office phone number. I knew I said the wrong thing but I just sat there and looked at her helplessly while she forgivingly said "nevermind"

A guy with a puffed up face walked out and sat next to my chair. I just looked at him waiting for him to say something. And he gave me a reassuring smile and said "its not that bad" and I asked "is it painful?". He gave me a "err.. yeah.. well, after the surgery it is"

I sat there quietly and stare at the floor till he asked "did u opt for GA" and when I nod he said "well, you wont feel a thing then". I gave him a smile and said "Thats the point right". And he laughed which looked painful.

Then a doc came by to explain a bit about the procedure. I freaked out the minute she said they will be inserting a tube through my nose to help me breath. I can't remember what else she said, just a few mins after she left, the nurse walked me to a operation room. I was made to lay on the table, and there were so many of them surrounding me.

The doc was injecting something thru the back of my palm, a nurse was wrapping the blood pressure thingie around my arm, another nurse was placing 3 detectors around my chest and someone else placed the oxygen mask over my mouth while the dentist watched over.

I woke up crying like a baby and tossing violently. They were asking me whats wrong and all I know is that I'm scared. Someone hug me from behind while I just held tightly on to a hand that I could reach. I fell asleep and woke up crying again. They gave me painkiller and told me that I have been "a very brave girl" right before I dozed off again.

Next time I woke, the guy from the next bed was being discharged. I just watched him get up while I sobbed quietly. He mumble something and I just hide away my face into the pillow. By the time I was being discharged, my lips and cheeks were swollen and my eyes were puffed up from all the crying.

I have no idea why I cried so much but I didn't feel good waking up at all. I could hardly feel my mouth and I was cold.

Now I'm on liquid diet and it sucks! I wanna eat lala, korean soup, BBQ Chicken Wings, Fish and Chips, Dim Sum and Steak all because I can't chew.. >.<
most of all, Its freakin painful!
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