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writing, but then I got bored.
Dec. 31st, 2009 11:38 am"You should be asleep in about 45 seconds." The doctor says to me as he finishes hooking me up to his strange machine,and taping up the needle now in my arm. 45 seconds? I think so myself, That's craziness! I tell myself, I'm going to see how long I can fight it for. I stare at the x-ray on the board across from me. But surely enough, after hardly any time at all, I feel the room spinning all around me. The wall begins to warp, to twist and change.
Before I know it they are slapping tape over my arm. There is a little piece of gauze there. My mouth is full of the cottony stuff. Slowly someone helps me into a wheel chair. I think I fall asleep again, but not for long because soon again they want to move me. I am not laying back on a green sofa like thing. I can hear my mom, and the nurse, they are talking. I understand it, but I can't remember it.
Before I know it they are slapping tape over my arm. There is a little piece of gauze there. My mouth is full of the cottony stuff. Slowly someone helps me into a wheel chair. I think I fall asleep again, but not for long because soon again they want to move me. I am not laying back on a green sofa like thing. I can hear my mom, and the nurse, they are talking. I understand it, but I can't remember it.
