Brain Surgery

Date: 1/2/2018

I'm being prepped for brain surgery in a spacious OR. My aunt Deb is one of the assistants who's strapping my head down and making me comfortable. Her and I chat while Brady Maxwell comes in seemingly shocked, whereas I rolled my eyes as much as I could in the situation. Before I know it, I can hear a muffled whirring of a drill behind me and realized surgery had begun. Jaw pain and a solid (but attempted-to-be-lessened) headache come on so I do my best to relax and let any anesthesia do it's job. Post-op, I'm standing in what appears to be an old dam or flattened building with a couple inches of light snow on the ground. Written in the snow are well wishes from friends along with 3 metal sculptures (USD, U of M, Mich St) also bearing well wishes. Not really sure where I am or supposed to be, I'm very overwhelmed. Jeremy & co. from MDL even wrote me. I walk across the yard way to where my phone was supposed to be and there lied an old flip phone synced to my current phone. Flash forward, I'm in my bed at my apartment confused on how much time had passed (3 days, 3 weeks, a month?!) now with multiple bandages wrapped on my head. I snatch my phone from the window ledge to check messages, especially from a certain MM, because I didn't remember telling anyone about surgery. The flip phone is also nearby catching up on old messages. Mom checks in and asks if I want food, I ask (in a rather sad tone) if I could just get pizza (Carbonne's specifically) and she happily obliges. The desire to get out of bed drives me out to the living room and everything about my balance seems a little off. My living room soon becomes my parents' and there isn't anyone in sight. Suddenly these whore girls appear, sprawled out on the floor. Let's be honest, after a few days thing get built up. I sneak up on one girl who ends up being a lesbian and double arm amputee (above the elbows). She agrees to go to my parents room for a minute so I lock the door. Shortly I see my mom's car return so I leave for the bathroom and there sits Bob. I plop down next to him and chat it up in the bathroom.