Top surgery journal #2: my thought process was "heehee they took my tits" and I was so happy about that I couldn't stop laughing but suddenly I realized it was thanks to my surgical team that I was happy so I NEEDED to thank my nurse RIGHT THEN but I was still too high to figure out how to do that
My Boyfriend was David Bowie, and he had to get this big surgery. But they completely jacked up his anesthesia dose, so he was like really high when we got back. For like an hour straight he was somehow convinced I was pregnant. I wasn’t pregnant.
Whumpee is woken up by the feeling of choking and pulling at their throat, and they feel the urge to cough.
A gentle hand squeezes theirs, and a soft voice whispers from their bedside.
"It's okay darling, surgery went well. You'll probably feel a bit hot for a while, you spiked a bit of a fever there..."
Whumpee looks around, confused. The gentle voice continues.
"Do you know where you are? We had to take you to emergency surgery, but you'll be okay."
Whumpee immediately realizes, and their surgical pain, exhaustion, fever and loneliness catches up to them. They start hyperventilating, and sobbing. They just can't stop the tears.
"It's okay dear, you'll be okay, try to breathe regularly." The gentle nurse squeezes their hand again.
"We're taking you back to your room now, so you can sleep off the anesthetic, alright? You did so well."