Bored to death leads to LONG posts!

I have been up for HOURS now-I am bored out of my mind! So for the joys of entertaining myself, I post the following...
Over the past several days I have questioned myself wondering if I am making the right decision by going through with the surgery. Do I want to go through it all again? This will, after all, be my third surgery in two years!
It seems like yesterday that I had to stop eating the morning before the surgery and drink the "grape" flavored diahrea in a bottle. Honestly you would think with all of the technology today there would a pill you could take instead of trying to swallow that entire bottle of "juice!"
I can still taste the sickening bitter taste in my mouth from the gas, YUCK! I can still hear the monitors beeping their annoying BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, taunting you just waiting for their chance to scream their greatest joy-the long dreadful BEEEEEP-Doctor we have a red line!
I can still hear the AWESOME nurse who barley speaks english telling me-boy you don't look good-Gee thanks-that is just what I wanted to hear as I try to fight the undeniable urge to vomit on you as I try to walk the seven painful steps to the bathroom, so they can get the (oh so painful) catheter OUT of me! I can feel my insides start to spasm yet again and the same nurturing nurse, who told me I look like crap, running in to give me another shot to stop the spasms, that may have hurt worse than the actual spasms, tells me so kindly in her broken english that "if you gained some weight this shot wouldn't hurt so much" -umm maybe if you knew how to give shots like the nurse before your shift it wouldn't hurt so much! Obviously if you stab me in the hip bone it isn't going to feel so great! Moving to my rear just a few inches south you would have found a nice piece of flesh to gouge in to-I have had three kids for crying out loud-a blind man could have found enough blubber to stick that needle in!
So I ask myself am I just being a wimp? Is it really that bad? Then it hits me like a ton of bricks at 2:45 this morning-yup-it really is that bad! Whenever I have had a break from the pain (it has been a whole three days) I start to doubt myself and wonder if I should just "wait it out" to see if it gets better. Then my body tells me in its own special way-by making the pain a little more intense-to stop doubting yourself you idiot and get the surgery! Ok, on the bright side the turkey sandwich the hospital served for lunch was actually really good (maybe due to the fact I hadn't eaten in two days)! But I have to post some sort of bright side right?

This concludes my post of boredom-it didn't put me to sleep like I was hoping, but it might do it for you, if so, I have done my good deed for the day! :-)