Occupation: Music star, singer and song writer. Part of the Black Eyed Peas.
Before the love i recived from everyone I know/dont know, I was in my room waiting for the docs to tell me ” WE ARE READY FOR YOU, ARE YOU ? “
All of this time i was just chilling, you know ? being prepped, getting ready and all.
The 1st nasty thing I encountered was this “Abdullah, my dear, you have to wear this green gown, oh and please wear nothing but this” GOWN ? GOWN !? ok, didn’t mind doing that at all. Tried wearing it alone, I couldn’t, I could not, so one of the nurses helped me out. Lets just say i was not in “decent mode” to/for all nurses and finally doctors, WAWO ! AMAZING !
You have to understand, I , for some reason did not install the word “operation” in my head, I only had the idea of being fixed from my decade long misery. The doctor kept telling me how easy and effortless this whole operation is.
So I had a big smile on my face, asked him how long its gonna take ? “2 hours ? Maybe 2 hours ?” he said. 2 hours ? when he uttered this, I freaked out.
What will I feel ? Where will I go ? Will I feel anything ? Does it hurt ? <– these ideas reached platinum status in my charts cuz they were on repeat.
Anyway, nurses came by, my angels, they asked me to sit down on this mobile bed, I sat in it, tranquilized by the shot they gave me, I was HIGH. Everyone was touching me, telling me its ok. My friend, Abdullah, was with me, he claims I said many nasty things to the people around me, everyone was laughing, he swore to never tell me what I said, NASTY.
While I was being pushed from bed to bed, shot to shot. The new nurse’s face changed, she had a smile, with a serious twist, I freaked, cuz I sensed it, we reached the O.R, in the O.R I saw 3 big head lights, really really big, screw the mess you see in Grey’s, this is the real deal, it was so real I wanted to escape. yes, I wanted to run away. HAHAHA !!
I’ll just say, im not interested, I’ll just go home, Thank you very much.
I kept thinking, will they give me enough medicine ? While they operate on me, I’ll be sleeping, but where will I go ? in these two hours where will my brain be ? Will time stop ? all of these thoughts were running to me, while the doc was singing “Batwaniss feeeek, wintaa ma3ayaaa, aaaaaah, batwaniss feek ya 7abebe wintaaa ma3ayaaa, aaaaah, oo lama t’araab, ana batwaniss beeeeik” then he whispered to me, Abdullah ? izaye il blog ? izaye il p0ach ? kowayesaa il baidaaa ?? then flipped it to english “you ok ? maybe you need a bit of oxygen ?” I said yes almost instantly, not knowing he was tricking me into that sleeping gas or what have you.
Ohhh it felt good, that gas felt great, I had one full inhale, by the second he was waving “I’ll see you in a while, byebye”
I woke up, minutes later, I was in my bed, in my room with Abdullah and mum next to me, with a person on top of me, yeah, thats how big my nose was. Oh and minutes later according to my misguided brain, when really it was two hours.
GOD bless whoever invented that GAS !
oh and on a lighter note, those who pressed the nose job button, thinking my surgery is an accessory, please, imagine my hands on your cheeks, me being very close to your mug, whispering “you wish you had my nose, I would change it for nothing, If I wanted to do, I would without your ill/sick permission, clear ?” *snap*