had a minor cosmetic surgery today.

all i feared, were the anesthetic injects. after 3 shots, my fear was over. and so i thought. i felt my skin thicken bit by bit, and within minutes i couldn't feel my fingers on my face.

it should be fine, right? since now a part of my face is numb and i won't be able to feel the scalpel. or the scissors. it'll be fine, i'll just keep my eyes closed.

and so it started. i knew he had started to cut my face. i felt a slight pressure, yet no pain. great, maybe i can take a little nap. i felt blood trickling around that area, if i'm not wrong. it was numb, but i definitely could still feel something liquid on my face. and it was warm.

a little dabbing here and there..

and then i heard, "snip snip".

wtf. i can close my eyes and numb my senses, but i cannot stop myself from hearing! so i started to tap my fingers on the bed. i was feeling nervous, alright?

and then this weird feeling. like something was running beneath my skin. ahh, he must be stitching up my flesh now.

and again, i heard "snip snip". this time, with a little pulling. my face went towards the direction where the surgeon was tugging.

"try not to move your head okay? just keep your head straight. i need to pull this thread a little because i think it's stuck."

wtf.

"are you feeling comfortable?"

"ahh yes." BUT MY HEART WASN'T. 

a little more snipping and tugging later, i heard, "tsk, shit".

yes, coming from the surgeon.

major wtf.

MY HEART WAS FUCKING PALPITATING OKAY.

"are you feeling comfortable? it's about to be done soon," he asked again.

"good," i replied. 

i only hoped they would have drugged me entirely instead.