So many resolutions. So many good intentions..

If I can help it, I'm never undergoing surgery. Ever. Again. Fucking doctors. Why do they always lie? "Oh this won't hurt a bit." "You'll only suffer minor discomfort, you should be fine and fit for work after the weekend."

Bullshit.

I hate needles. I always said in jest that was a good thing - at least it meant that my aversion to needles would keep me from ever shooting myself up. But when I have no choice... *shudders* I still remember how it felt when the anaesthesist stuck the IV in my hand. Oh. My. God. That hurt like a muthafucka. And then when they started shooting the saline into my bloodstream.. thank god they gassed me right then and there. I could feel a scream of pain trying to squeeze it's way out of my throat just as I was blacking out..

Shame the damn needle was still there when I woke up. When I regained full control of my senses, I was told I had a panic attack. Apparently I have an incredibly low tolerance to pain. Funny that.. and yet I managed to claw through the tattooing process. Hmm... The doctor said I started shaking uncontrollably and went very very cold.. all because of the damned needle. They finally pulled it out of my hand.. I can't believe what was required of me to finally get rid of the darn thing.

And the worst isn't even over. It's been a week and a half, and I can still feel the damn IV. My entire right arm is constantly sore, I swear a nerve got twitched. Goddamn doctors..

*rubs hand*

I still feel queasy thinking about it.