Indeed, it has been five hours since the sleep-inducing narcotic pumping into my vein through an IV was taken out, and I was wheeled to my car with an enormous ice pack tied to my face.
I remember screaming in the middle of it because I woke up for a minute and could feel scalples in my gums. Then I remember when I woke up when they were all finished, thinking I really wanted to be a surgeon and have a yacht so I'd need to have a really expensive aged bottle of wine. I still feel this way. Very weird.
Anyway, please come back. George W. is giving a speech. I'm sad.
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