Ladies and gentlemen, the stars have lined up.
I got back from my consultation at the oral surgeon the other day. They have at long last decided on a date for my dental surgery. Two days after Christmas, I will go under to have this demon in my mouth exorcised at last. No more pain attacks at 3 AM!! No more bone-shattering, nerve-crippling pain!!
That is the good news.
The bad news?
I'm shaking at the thought of going under another medical sleep again. I've done it four times in my life, so I have experience. But, there was the very first time it happened;
When they woke me up the first time, they almost couldn't get me up, and they had to shout my name loud enough for the whole recovery pod to hear. Two other kids in there were watching, and we're a little scared, because I popped up like a hyperactive Frankenstein. The reason? I didn't even know I was asleep; in fact, I actually thought I was dead...
And for all I know... I probably WAS dead. If that's what death was like, then let me explain the feeling; i was half-blind, in a black and grey space. There were candleflames floating around me, speaking in low voices. Shapes of all kinds were flying about as well, in different colors.
I tried to talk to the flames, but I couldn't speak, though I could think. Apparently the flames heard my thoughts, because they kept saying things like "everything happens for a reason, child" and "this is all part of the plan, just trust us" . The black space got brighter and brighter, until I heard them.
I shot up awake because I was afraid, and I was too young to leave. Was that death ? Was I really dead? Is that what I'm going to see when it happens for real?
And what if i go there again? What if I end up staying there?! What will I do?! What would my mom and stepdad or sisters say?! Oh God... No...I can't go back there!! If that was Hell, I don't want to go back!!
What do I do?! Someone tell me!!
I got back from my consultation at the oral surgeon the other day. They have at long last decided on a date for my dental surgery. Two days after Christmas, I will go under to have this demon in my mouth exorcised at last. No more pain attacks at 3 AM!! No more bone-shattering, nerve-crippling pain!!
That is the good news.
The bad news?
I'm shaking at the thought of going under another medical sleep again. I've done it four times in my life, so I have experience. But, there was the very first time it happened;
When they woke me up the first time, they almost couldn't get me up, and they had to shout my name loud enough for the whole recovery pod to hear. Two other kids in there were watching, and we're a little scared, because I popped up like a hyperactive Frankenstein. The reason? I didn't even know I was asleep; in fact, I actually thought I was dead...
And for all I know... I probably WAS dead. If that's what death was like, then let me explain the feeling; i was half-blind, in a black and grey space. There were candleflames floating around me, speaking in low voices. Shapes of all kinds were flying about as well, in different colors.
I tried to talk to the flames, but I couldn't speak, though I could think. Apparently the flames heard my thoughts, because they kept saying things like "everything happens for a reason, child" and "this is all part of the plan, just trust us" . The black space got brighter and brighter, until I heard them.
I shot up awake because I was afraid, and I was too young to leave. Was that death ? Was I really dead? Is that what I'm going to see when it happens for real?
And what if i go there again? What if I end up staying there?! What will I do?! What would my mom and stepdad or sisters say?! Oh God... No...I can't go back there!! If that was Hell, I don't want to go back!!
What do I do?! Someone tell me!!