The thing I hate most about coming out of anesthesia is that every movement I make is multiplied 200 times.

When I woke up from my surgery on Friday morning my head was to the side. I’m not sure which side I started on, but it doesn’t really matter. I tried to look up at the ceiling, and suddenly my other cheek is slapping the pillow. So I tried to go back. 2 seconds later I’m completely wigging out, swinging my head back and forth. I tried to get my arms up to stop the madness, but that didn’t help, because they went crazy, too. A few seconds later my legs joined in. That hurt. It also made me stop moving.

I still wanted to look up though, because I heard a friend’s voice in the room. So I turned juuuuust a little…I thought. But it was only a second before the whole show started again. I finally convinced myself, with the aid of my now reconstructed ACL, that it wasn’t worth it. I just laid still. Luckily enough, I stopped facing my friend.

Then the nurse started asking questions from the other side. I answered the wall…