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I had my tonsils removed Wednesday. The anestesiologist took 3 pokes before the i.v. stuck. Don't rermember much. Post Op was a hoot, the nurse in charge of my well being, there to make sure I pull out of the anesthetic for the first time called me every name other than my own...Allison, wake up, Betty! Betty, c'mon...Jennifer, sit up sweety....Lady! its on the fuckin wristband...if u can't read it i'm fucked! I've been coked up and sleeping since i got home...no complaints there. Concious 2 hours, drooling uncontrollably for 4. Its Sat. and my throat is still swollen...Please God, I want the gift of Speech! My little bro has rigged the Speech Text on my comp and hooked his amp up to it so he can hear me clear across the apartment. I'm sure his neighbors love the melodic mechanical voice telling him to "Get me more cranberry juice bitch and put on those heels and thong I got you. Jesus, sex it up a little....SEX IT UP!" Good times for wicked minds. Hmmm, I suppose thats it for now...I miss my friends, especially Nat. Will see her soon tho. Touch me