It wasn't long after waking up from the anesthisia that i would be seeing things. When the doctors came to check on me. Everything looked as if there pieces of colored paper were stuck to them.
Random places. On the doctors face. Ceiling. Chair. Blankets. It was weird. Everything looked as if it were made of paper.
Ok. As the previous post read I finally found a doctor that would hear me out. There was no other way to fix this but through surgery.
Yeah. Fear! Denial! And terror loomed over me. But it has to be done. Although it doesn't help when friends and other coworkers start telling me the horror stories of surgery let alone my own father telling me horror stories.
I had to keep myself distracted.
Finally the big day. Dec. 23. The day we remove the mass. It was terrifying.
All the shots, IVs, tubes, meds, and nurses swarming around me the entire time and socks.
Once they were done. All i can remember is the nurse putting blue socks on my feet, and placing a mask on my face....then .... I'm at a concert fighting my way through a crowd of paper people to get near the stage where a paper band played. I will draw this later and post once everything is over.....
I will have a few more weird dreams while at the hospital.
