Owie

I am home. General anesthesia was weird. I went under pretty fast, with an oxygen mask over my mouth and my arms strapped down. I dreamed of white tunnels, and woke up crying uncontrollably for about 20 minutes. Once I finished hyperventilating, I was terribly thirsty, and begged everyone in the room for water until they finally gave me a little and sent me home. In the car, I begged and begged my dad for more water. I think I rolled down the window and licked some rain off my fingers before he noticed me. After awhile, though, the bloody gauze in my mouth got to be too much, and I threw up blood and water on the side of the road.

Back in Freeport, we went to complementary medicine place and I got some acupuncture, which is supposed to help. It was weird. I'm putting more hope in the Darvocet and Vicoden my dad is going now to get. I'm going to lay down and veg out, and hope to god that someone lets me have something to drink soon.