The surgery.

So, I couldn’t sleep last night. I couldn’t get my mind clear. I was thinking about someone. Not the normal “someone”. I only got about three hours of sleep, but I guess it really didn’t matter. So, my surgery went well, I guess; although, I managed to embarrass myself. I prayed a little while before I went under the gas. The gas had some weird effects on me. I spent a long time just sitting there. Then I said to the surgeon, “Yep, I’m going now.” And he said, “Just concentrate on relaxing.” Weirdest thing: I sang during the surgery. I remember singing, but I don’t remember exactly what I sang. I think it was a combination of old band cheers, drum cadences, and Baptist hymns. Time flew by, as it does when you’re high on gas. When I woke up, I couldn’t stop crying. It was crazy. It made mom sad. I kept saying, “I’m so lonely. I hate being alone.” I couldn’t control myself. I guess this outburst was a magnified truth. I do not consider myself to be dependent on others, but I’ll admit that I am lonely. Well, I told my mother too much when I was getting over the gas. I told her something I shouldn’t have told her, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. Stupid gas. I was in a lot of pain when I got home. My pain medicine didn’t help, so my mom called the surgeon. He told my mom to double my dose. I fell asleep after that. When I awoke, I didn’t take any more pain medicine, but I feel fine now. I am still a little bit dizzy though and quite hungry. These stitches are annoying me, but they’re go away sooner or later.
I really need to start work Monday, because I need a full pay check, but I’m going to do my best to get there.
My DKU-5 data cable came in today. It connects my PC to my Nokia phone, so that I can keep my contact lists and calendars in sync with Microsoft Outlook and my PocketPC. Pretty neat stuff, although the cable doesn’t seem to work all to well all the time.