IRL: Hospital Visits

First things first: it is now officially spring break, yay! No more blasted school trying to ruin my education!
Anyways... last Saturday I got my first operation/hospital thingie.  Not my first hospital visit, mind, just my first operation. My first hospital visit was actually really depressing and darkly ironic. You see, blog-that-no-one-visits, for months I had been begging my mum for a cat. To finally shut me up, she acquiesced. So of course, I being the responsible person that I am, immediately went out and bought everything that one needs when raising a cat. EVERYTHING. Food, litter, shampoo, scratching posts, an unhealthy amount of toys, etc. After wasting a ridiculous amount of money, I finally acquired my kitty [rest easy, I didn't go to an evil pet shop, instead I got him from my friend's rescued cat, which she later spayed/neutered (I can honestly never tell when to use which)]. So the first day with my kitty (whom I named Nikola Schrödinger) passed in absolute kawaii-ness. That is until little Nikola gave me a violent allergic reaction.  How violent? Well I had to go to the hospital because, well...I kind of... couldn't breathe. So yeah...how's that for irony?

Nikola being his absolutely shy and adorable self, minutes before almost killing me. <3

Now that was my 1st hospital visit. My second was much less ironic and much more druggy. So for reasons unknown to mankind, my doctor scheduled me for an endoscopy (the actually word is like a billion consonants, seriously). So yeah, did I mention I have a kind-of phobia not only of needles but generally of hospitals. To make a long story short, it was pretty terrifying. Also it was a bit freaky when the anesthesiologist kept on drugging me. Later on I learned that they had to use almost twice as much anesthesia that was normally used! And it didn't even knock my out! I was pretty much lucid throughout the whole thing, just a bit sleepy. But seriously it wore of little five minutes after the operation, which meant I had to spend like an hour bored out of my mind trying not to thing of the million of disgusting and incurable infections I was picking up.
And know, you guessed it, I have to eat? like a million pills, all about the size of my thumb. God I just hate hospitals. But at least I can now brag that it (probably) takes a heck-of a lot of drugs to take me out! :D
But worry not, my adoring (and completely made up) public, I am alright <3