*cliché day*

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i could had taken a few more, but yesterday was pretty filled with them.
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Master took me early to the hospital, and then i had to wait. He waited with me for a while, then He had to leave.
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finally, they call me up to my room. Nurse 1: "please, change into this robe and remove all jewelry and piercings. They will call you for surgery in no time.". me: "hum. i cannot remove all the piercings." Nurse 1: "oh, so you will keep those two on your face? Are there any other?".
me: "actually, yes. there are two on my nipples and a few genital piercings." Zoom in to nurse 1's face, a male. Nurse 1: "ok, remove what you can then".
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Nurse two enters the room. A woman. "So, are you ready for surgery yet? Don't forget to take all your earings and piercings out." She pulls out a clipboard, and takes some notes. "Are you allergic to any medicine? What meds are you taking? Why haven't you taken those (septum ring and monroe) out?" back to me: " i can't. These are captive rings. My other piercings are also captive rings." Nurse 2: "Other? oh, ok.".
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Nurse three is another male. He shows up with a wheelchair to take me to surgery. "Ok, so your name is Rejoice, right?" (he mispronounces it). me: "Yes, my name is Rejoice." i have to repeat it three times till he can pronounce it correctly. "So, miss Rejoice, have you removed everything? Are you taking any meds? Are you allergic to anything?"
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Nurse four got the door at the surgical center for us. "Oh, but she is so beautiful. What are you going to have done sweetie?"
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more small talk.
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after too much small talk and some waiting, they take me into the surgery room. Nurse five is there, and starts asking me questions about nipple piercings. Ok, i think. Then nurse six does the markings on my legs as for the veins that will be pulled out. "So many?", i ask. "Yup, but there may be more". Nurse five puts this painful device into my left hand, and nurse six attaches a reader to my right arm. Then i drift off into dream world.
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i wake up a couple times during surgery. Everything is very confusing and i am uncomfortable, so i just stay there. i hear someone comment on my tattooes, and i think i saw the doctor. i also have a vague memory of the anesthesiologist. It took me ages to regain conciousness, and even longer to be able to move my legs a bit so they could take me back to the room.
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on the way to the room, i wake up long enough to overhear this:
a: "Oh my god, look at the color of her lips."
b: "Don't worry, they were that color when she arrived".
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nice. i am zombie woman. my feet are an icky yellow that goes along beautifully with my red toenails.
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still very drowsy, nurse 2 and 4 go into my room. They ask to see my genital piercings, so whatever. i go back to sleep.
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i wake up and eat. then sleep again. i can move my legs a little. i wake up to eat again. i can adjust to the bed, it is very uncomfortable. i hate having to keep my legs up. i have beef for dinner. i never eat red meat. i guess i will need the iron, so i eat it anyways. i am so bored out of my head i watch television. i never watch television. Oh, nice, Scrubs is on.
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i had to pee, so i call a nurse. Nurse 3 shows up. He tells me the staff is referring to me as madonna. Bleh. i ask for a potty. i pee. i call him back. It is all very embarassing.
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Finally, they let me go home. Master comes by, and waits with me for a while. As most men, He hates hospitals. (i find it so fucking cute!). Then they bring me a wheelchair, and i am in the car. Good bye, cliché hospital. Damn, some people!
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He is a bit clumpsy and not verrrrry strong. Its cute how hard He tries to keep me from thouching the floor when i need to go to the bathroom. Then we watched "300" and went to sleep.
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i'm bored of sleeping.
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This morning Master has a fever. i feel useless. And that sucks. i also feel fat.
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i appalingly despise being in bed all day. Because i have to. i hate, hate, HATE not being able to get up alone. At least tomorrow i can start walking a little again.
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i'm über worried about my performance next friday. i have to do it. but i will be sooo fucking fat and soft because of not working out. And i wont be able to rehearse much.
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i will be home longer than i imagined. shit. technically, i should only get up and at it again on May 1st. Yeah, right.
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it's extremely uncomfortable to type in this position.
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