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That's right, what happens in Knoxville stays in Knoxville. No, not really. That may be true if anything of any interest actually happened here, but alas, it doesn't.

Regardless, the day of surgery is growing evermore near. I'm terrified. I wasn't as scared until my father loving looks at me and says "hey did you watch that movie about the guy who had surgery but the anesthesia didn't take and he could feel everything, he just couldn't talk or open his eyes?". Thanks dad, that's what I needed before I go under the knife. That's very sweet of you.

That comment then lead me to the wonderful world of the internet. HA!!! Big mistake. So apparently this is called "anesthesia awareness" and occurs when you are under anesthetized. It's (and I quote) "under recognized & under treated". It happens to 1-2 out of every 1,000 cases. That's not a good number. I went on to read this awful story about a lady who was having eye surgery and woke up to hear the surgeon say "cut deeper". Now people who have anesthesia awareness suffer from post traumatic stress syndrome after. Well shit I guess so, I know I'd be pretty terrified.

Now 1-2 people in every 2,000 or so doesn't seem very likely, then I read another study that interviewed 2,612 patients and 10 of them had anesthesia awareness. Now seems a little more likely to happen now doesn't it? Now as if I'm not creeped out enough by this I had to be very particular about where I had this done. Keep in mind that I work in surgery. There is one particular anesthesia tech that works down here that creeps me out. I'm not talking looks at you funny, I'm talking I am scared that if I did in fact have my surgery here, he would do something to me while I was asleep. I'm not talking about the typical for techs, writing on me and such, I mean I'm kinda afraid that I would end up pregnant. He gives me those kinda creeps. So in lieu of that, Im having it done at a different hospital. Pretty bad huh?

Anyways, enough of that shit. I had a decent weekend for once. I went out Saturday night with 2 of my friends. We drank some pitchers and played some pool. It was a good time all around. The first time I had been out in forever. What's sad is once we started drinking I realized how old I felt. It was about midnite when we all threw in the towel. I for one couldn't stop yawning. I just can't go out like I used to. We used to stay up until 6am the next morning. Now, we're the youngest middle aged people I've ever met!! LOL It's pretty bad.

I got 2 new tattoos on saturday though. One on each shoulder blade. A pink awareness ribbon and a purple one. One for each of my grandmothers. Something I had been wanting to do and since I had a little extra money I figured what the hell. They were quite possible the most painful tattoo's that I've gotten.

That's pretty much it in a nutshell for me today. I don't have a life changing story, nicely worded rant to assholes, or any pearls of wisdom for today. Nothing but a little update on me.

Have a great week!