Flashback Humour

I started writing out a really cool document that was kind of like my own version of The Republic, but it needs a lot of work and thought (and probably more intelligence, but oh well) before I put any of it here. Just so ya know eh?

Grats to everyone who has finished, or very nearly finished their exams - Jian, Jen, Jo and those who don't read Hi5. Ekka - good lucky with yours sweetheart, and remember not to sweat the little things.

"Novocaine is a local anesthetic often referred to as procaine. It is used on a wide variety of nerve blocks. It is most commonly used by dentists, when they are pulling out teeth. And it is also used in surgeries so that the patient will not feel any pain while being operated on. "

"Drain the pressure from the swelling! The temptation is overhwelming..

Tell me that I won't fell a thing. So give me novocaine!"

Ohhh, so that's what he's on about.

http://www.tommycarruthers.com/video.htm
This guy has the quickest hands I've ever fucken seen. (Note: martial arts link. BE WARNED.)

Something that pisses me right off:
When people judge someone based on some totally pointless taste or characteristic. The music someone likes does not, generally, define them as a person. So don't goddamn assume it does. The high school a person went to is bound to have -some- sort of effect on their character, absolutely. But the whole 'OMG HE'S A ST PAULS BOY??!!! WOULD SOOOO NOT DATE ONE OF THEM OMGOMGOMGHAHHATISPYONVODKACRUISERS:D:D:D' thing is quite pathetic. Please stop it. Now.

Who else likes "gay" music and is going to Maroon 5? All my friends are too masculine to like them :( SOMEONE TAKE ME :( I AM TOO MASCULINE TO GO ALONE :(
The BDO line up is quite unimpressive IMO. I'm gutted - I want to go, it's just that they've failed (as of yet anyway) to make it worth my $120. I like Powderfinger, the Streets, The Bleeders, Steriogram, but eh. I dunno.


Edit: Just ignore this really, I just wanted it somewhere accessible from the public to show a few people. It's kinda icky so yeah.

My Big Day
posted: 23-04-2004 09:46:43
6:15 - Wake
6:55 - Arrive at Ascot Private Hospital (oooh, private)
7:20 - Sign copious amounts of paperwork, change into button-up gown and paper undies
7:25 - Shaving of knee and groin. ~_~
8:15 - Fun begins!

Had a drip inserted first up and was given a shot of anti-biotics. Next they use a little device which generates a tiny electric current to locate the main nerve which supplies feeling to the right leg (it's up near the groin) which he jammed a needle into once he'd found it. This was kinda amusing as it makes your leg jump off the table five or six times. Then they numb that. Next was an injection of local anesthetic into my lower back, to prepare for the spinal injection, which numbed me from the belly button down. This was kinda fustrating as it took him five minutes to get my spinal cord and I had to sit uncomfortably hunched over whilst he poked me with a needle. My legs ached and then faded away into feeling nothing, at which stage they doped me up with sedative and the surgery begun. 15 minutes spent harvest the ligament from the hamstring to serve as the graft for the knee. Then the actual proceedure begun which I was 'watching' (I wasn't exactly 100% there) on telly. All key hole surgery, they removed a bit of broken cartiledge from between the knee joint and smoothed my damaged minuscus as well as grafting the new ligament. Took 57 minutes all up. Wheeled off to recovery where the sedatives wore off after about an hour and I felt kinda coherent again. Cocktail of drugs begins - anti-nausea pills, pain killers, anti-biotics, oh my! Come about 11am, I can kinda twiddle my toes. Come 1ish and I could move my legs again, so I got to have some sandwhiches and water (first food and drink since midnight the night before). Had the drains removed at about 2pm, although both were flushed with a fair bit of morphine first (kinda surreal feeling huge amounts of liquid being squirited into your joint and sloshing around). My lovely nursed Juf babied me more than my mother would and called me sweety-pea. Awww Impressed everyone by not passing out or feeling queasy during wound care. Go me! Spent another heap of time trying to sleep and reading. 3:30ish, annoying fellow patient arrives from same proceedure but finds it necessary to whine about how bad it feels and txt with key strokes turned on for a good solid fourty minutes. Migrane begins at about this stage and eventually subsides when she stops whining. :@

Come 4pm the physio arrives - I've regained feeling and movement of my legs, but my right knee is still numb (no skin sensation and I cant lift my leg whilst keeping it straight). We give it another thirty, still nothing, so she says screw it and gives me a brace for the rest of the evening. At this stage I finally get bladder control back and can go to the bathroom, after being busting since lunch time. Dear god what a relief. Quick hobble around the recovery room and some stairs to get used to crutches, surgeon finally shows up and gives me some inside-my-knee-photos and the removed cartiledge in a wee bottle, and they ship me home with enough pain killers for a small elephant etc.