Surprisingly, I think typing is going to be my best mode of communication since I can't really talk. Since I feel pretty good right now, I'll just tell about my morning.

I woke up at 3 and ate a cup a noodles,and two cups of raspberry tea. I went back to bed and dreamed a few weird dreams about going up a mountain in search of Uncle Ray's car, and he'd given me the key so I kept beeping the button to listen to the car beep and trying to follow the sound, and then these soldiers captured me.

I took a shower and we left. We picked up my medicine on the way there. We got there, Mom paid, I went back. Normal things happened. She hooked up the laughing gas and left. I started feeling weird. There was a little stuffed elf on the window sill and it looked like two and they were moving together, then away, then together again and I thought it was so funny because I didn't know if there was one or two! I thought it was funny too about the elves at the beginning of Series of Unfortunate Events and the whole Elfdom/Elfdumb thing. I resolved that when I woke up I would check and see if there was one elf or two.

Then the nurse came back in and every time she asked me to do something it took me forever. I felt like all the questions she asked me were outrageously stupid, like "do you feel heavy" and "how do you feel" and I just nodded to everything she said.

Then suddenly there were three people in the room and I kept trying not to close my eyes because I wanted to see what was happening, and a girl was holding my arm and saying "we're just going to strap down your arm so you don't turn over in the middle of surgery" and suddenly I just started laughing because it seemed really funny. She said "Oh, she thinks it's funny" like I was really cute or something. The next thing I knew, I saw someone putting a blue thing on a chair - I think it was the thing they just put over to catch extra blood or something. I thought it was a blanket and I got all mad at whoever took it away from me, and sat up and reached for it because I was freezing cold. Someone said something like "Oh no, we have a blanket for you over here, sweetie." and I was irritated at whoever was calling me "sweetie" and lying about a stupid blanket.

Then I woke up and I thought I was still waiting for the surgery to happen but it already had. There was the softest, warmest blue blanket on top of me and I was still so cold. I just kind of stared out the window dreamily until someone came and tried talking to me and I just nodded because I couldn't talk. Then she left.

Then I felt blood at the back of my throat and I started coughing, and I couldn't breathe and it seemed forever till someone walked by and noticed. I gagged for a long time. Then I was fine. I got to ride in a wheelchair! I went home. Now I'm really hungry but my left side isn't stopped bleeding yet. Oh well. I wish I felt more tired.

-Amber