The Death of Shane

I'm finally outta the hospital. Thank god it only took two days. It
was quite ok given my grandad, grandma and mom were always there for
me throughout the whole stay. I was like a big baby but who could
blame me. This was my first ever surgery and hopefully my last.

First of all, it was great to be in bed in a hospital cos this is when
my mom and grandad would bond together since they stayed over and it
was quite enriching to my soul to see them all laughy and jokey. My
grandma would drop by food, lunch or dinner and while she was there,
she would also have some minor funny conversations with mom. You see,
they're like heroes episodes. When you first see them, you love them
but as you keep watching them they're not that great anymore but only
if you'd have been patient enough to see the rest, you know that the
tv series is gold. Yep, my grandma and mom are gold together but they
just don't know it yet cos they're quite impatient to find that out
about each other.

So, if my life was a Tv series, we have to let go of someone we all
love the most. A huge part he played in my life but almost not a lot
of people notice him. Some calls him 'ew', some calls him 'the thing'
and some, who were nice enough, managed to refer him as my twin
brother, "Shane". It's the extra skin on the left hand side of my
neck. During my 'anal' operation, my grandad managed to ask the
surgeon to cut that off as well. As sentimental as moi, my grandad put
that little twin of mine in a jar. It looks like a shrivelled dry
prune in water.

The surgery wasn't painful. Some male nurse shaving my ass was. Cos
first of all, I had to show him my big hairy ass. Second, he had to
shave the hair around my wound so everytime the blade came in contact
with my skin, it gave me a bit of a fright. So, the surgery went well.
The last thing I knew of it was after they injected this syringe on my
left wrist that connects to this bag tied to a pole. (whatever you
call that) And they were trying to fit the mask to my mouth and the
next thing I knew was me outside the surgeon theatre and I felt no
pain whatsoever around my back, except for the needle that was
dangling on my left wrist. I HATE IT SO MUCH. For the next two days in
a row, I did not look like a person who had a surgery around my ass. I
sat and slept as much as I please. Now, only this morning, when they
did 'dressing' to my wound, it stang like a motherfucker when the
doctor puts iodine arond my wound. But yeah, march on, soulja boy.. I
did.

Now, I'm left with a well between my spine bone and my ass area with a
patch over it. I'm allowed to do 'normal activities', whatever that
means.. ah well, we'll see