At first I was afraid, I was petrified…

I’m alive.  -_-*

Just barely.

Thursday was the longest day of my life, honestly. I arrived at the hospital at 4pm, to discover there was a delay. I didn’t go into surgery until 9:15pm, roughly, and didn’t leave until around 11:30pm. So, a very long day.

Two days later, I’m in a bit of pain and concerned about infection, since I’m very hot and have been shaking a little bit. I really, really don’t want to drag myself back up to hospital unless it’s 100% necessary, so I’m planning on seeing how I am tomorrow morning.

I know I should be moving around a lot but mostly, I just want to sleep and watch DVDs. Which is so not like me, and it is making me nervous.

Hopefully tomorrow will be better.