As always from anesthesia you wake up at someone talking about you.
Usually a doctor and your mom or dad, in this case it was my mom telling me how good my face looked.
Which was swollen and gushing.
I remember the night before I was dreading waking up from this.
And so it was like someone hit me in the face with a spiked bat to wake me up.
And I moaned. And a male nurse with a ponytail held a crescent shaped plastic bowl in front of me as a puked blood. Eleven times.
And when it didn’t get better.
They held me down, they pulled things out. They yelled. And I went to sleep.
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