Ugly, but alive. The surgery was pretty crazy but not too bad. I had a lot of help prepping for it with all the stories my friends had for me. Thanks to everyone who helped me tough it out!

Driving down there I was freaking out but trying to tell myself I wasn’t. My dad kept chatting, I’m not sure if he was trying to take my mind off it or what but I guess it kind of worked. Once I got there I had a cough attack as usual. It was so bad they almost called it off, but I talked them out of that because I was already there and wasn’t going through the day of nerves again. I said bye to my Dad and starting crying like a baby. They take you back and make you put on this giant cover up that is made for a 500lb man that of course call “one size fits all”. I know I am thick and all but it was huge and uncomfy… I begged for some sort of pill to calm me down but they tell me that its too late the doctor is ready for me.

The entire time they checked me in they kept asking me which knee are we working on today? I was like uhhh I’ve said left 35 times, are you testing me orrrrr you really don’t know? They said they were testing me and that they of course knew. They lay me down in the prep area and wash my leg off with that gross yellow brown wash (which is still stained all over me even after a shower) And start my IV. I made her pump me twice because I was so nervous. They then took me into another waiting area. I was freezing so they put this crazy like human heater pump thing into my gown. No wonder it was so big! It filled me up like an air mattress! It was wild.

Next thing you know, they’re ready for me, I remember going into the operating room and seeing like 6 people. They all said hi and I told them all to not look at my lip ahahahah all drugged up I still was like I burned my faceee eating pizzzza They all kind of have a sigh of relief because I am sure people think its some out of control cold sore/disease. I am thankful its just a burn.

I laid down on the table and didn’t even get a countdown, I was instantly out. They didn’t even warn me! Next thing you know I wake up in the recovery room DYINGGGGG in pain. It hurt so bad I wasn’t expecting that. She pumped me more drugs, gave me some cookies, crackers and sprite (ate it all) and then another pill for pain which helped tons.

I was wheeled out to the car, and couldn’t wait to go home and sleep. My mom had a huge yummy meal ready waiting for me, I ate, popped a vicodin, and passed out. I stopped taking the vicodin because I hate weird meds. I’ll only take them if I am superrr in pain. I kinda am now but I am trying to get passed it. I rolled myself out of bed for Yogurtland today though, limping and all. That’s a problem maybe.

Anyways I will post more later, super tired but thanks everyone for all your nice messages xo

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