And indeed it really was! Apparently six days ago I had this putrid looking infection near my nether region (Mind you, its NOT a STD for the umpteen time!) which apparently was infected. I think I had been carrying it around on me for over a week before I decided to visit the Polyclinic, as it had become a little alarming to see so much blood and pus spew out from it. Imagine the surprise I got when I saw the look the doctor had on his face upon seeing my rear end. Who knew that a couple of hours later, I would be lying in Tan Tock Seng Hopsital waiting to be discharged from my Op.
Mustering a smile even under the influence of Ketamin.
Apparently the infection was so bad that it had to be removed immediately, because I was injected with Ketamin, and then wheeled into the emergency department where I was cut open. The entire experience was kinda gastly for me, coz for the entire duration of an hour I thought I was dead. No seriously I "died"! I had these weird and freaky dreams whereby I was questioning reality and shit, and I felt like I was on this uncontrollable rollercoaster ride that would not stop. And when I finally woke up, I found myself waking up on a bed that was soaked with my blood.
Five days later, which is today, I now have a living breathing p*ssy-like thing on my rear end. The wound is still open, still oozing pus, and still grisly to look at. Ah well, regardless of what had happened, at least theres still Spiderman 3 to look forward to. Hopefully it will make me forget about the entire ordeal that I had just been through. =P
