Butchered Meat!

Its on everybody's facebook, blogspot, livejournal, (insert name of other personal webspace). Chinese New Year Pics!
I have tagged those relevant snapshots in my facebook account (which, I must say, I have become increasingly addicted to) and, also because I find the act of switching on my bluetooth too troublesome, shall leave this blog post for the very interesting account of being butchered alive.

So yes, I was slit open on an operating table in the Ambulatory Surgery Centre @ SGH. Thanks to 3 stabs of LA from syringes with long needles, I was spared the pain of the butchering, and was left only to feel myself being cut open, the warm blood trickling down my back, and the tugging and pulling of the damn lipoma out of my back.

But I did feel the full effect of the butchering when the LA ran out halfway, and miraculously managed to maintain enough composure to spell out "Dr (name withheld since he said so!), its starting to hurt, can I please have some more LA?" I must have consumed so much LA (think, 6 syringes?), but the wonderful medical team was every so obliging. I believe the reason I didn't even flinch or shed a tear throughout the entire operation was because I was under the care of the best team of surgeons and nurses there. Oh well, it pays to have connections, and a smile, and a sweet demeanour! I hope they like my Thank You Card.

In fact, the only 'extreme' emotion I displayed during the operation was laughter. I remember laughing so hard when the surgeon, having to pluck the remaining half of the lipoma from its tightly embedded spot, stuck his finger through the incision such that I could feel it rubbing against my ribs, causing more streams of warm blood to pour down my back. And it was ticklish!

I will be seeing my stitches today, after I remove the dressing. Thank you Surgeon for subcutaneous stitching, I shall see you for a steroid jab if (God Forbid, I end up with a kelloid).

I have suddenly been infused with an adrenaline high. The kind of adrenaline rush I get after I pound the pavement or hit the water. Which is a mystery, considering how the operation has left me confined within the walls of my apartment, trying to catch up with schoolwork and popping panadol in between for 3 days straight. This is good. I shall channel this energy into reading, studying, and doing other productive things like studying the language of ...

Ah ガゼット，for you I shall forsake the pursuits of an English Major and master the art of blogging in 日本語。