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april 10, 2009

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i somewhat regained my consciousness in the post-op room. i remember the doctor trying to explain a few things to me, like how my duodenum was inflamed. i remember i started to rant to the doctor about how the duodenum wasn't supposed to be as acidic as the stomach and some nonsense about pancreatic bile and CCK. haha, man ... that makes me laugh so hard thinking i actually did that. a nurse asked me what i wanted to drink and i told her orange juice. she said it was too acidic for me at the moment, and i distinctly remember pouting at her. man, i'm probably hilarious when i'm sedated. i remember trying to take off my gown so i could put my clothes back on and a nurse stopping me and laughing at me saying she hadn't even taken out my i.v. yet

i've been sleeping most of the day away since i'm still kind of woozy and still in pain. i've been having the weirdest dreams. i dreamt i was at a korean school or something in a cool-looking traditional korean uniform. i was in the library and hyun bin was with me and he was all pissed off because he was going to fail his exam, so he gave up and started to walk out on me. i followed him really angrily because i had apparently sacrificed my time and chances of getting into college just so i could help him pass his test. so i started to cuss him out and i threw my jacket at him - when he realized what i had done for him, he said he'd keep trying and he felt really really sorry and started to apologize to me. but then i was like, "no! now since i can't go to college i have to go to the army!" *begin sequence of me jumping out of an exploding helicopter and running across some wetlands* one of my army pals yelled, "shit make sure you're running on solid ground, there's crocodiles everywhere!" that's when i realized i was basically running on the bodies of crocodiles, and i mis-stepped and fell into a swamp yelling, "noooooo". then i woke up.

my throat hurts and my chest hurts, especially right above my heart. the esophagus is so inconveniently located. the doctor did a few biopsies. he dilated my esophagus thinking that that might help with eating. he doesn't know what to make of my duodenal inflammation yet, and he said he'll get back to me once he hears back from pathology. depending on the results, i might have to go redo some tests with a radiologist, since the last one was such an asshat. i'm in bed right now. i still have my hospital socks on. i didn't think it would hurt this much, since the procedure wasn't really a big deal. but it does, i can't talk ... let alone sing. at the very least, i hope the docs are on the right track about what's wrong with me so i can start to heal.


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