Well, time sure does fly when your high... errrr... never mind, just memory blanks.
Anyways, I don't remember traveling to the University Hospital (5 hours away).
But I'll never forget checking into the ER triage on Tuesday.

Seeing as I had never been in such a big hospital before,
I was blown away that my parents had to wear visitor tags!
The security didn't even stop me when I entered,
just looking at my face explained that I wasn't visiting someone.
5 a.m. and the waiting room was already filling up!
Originally I was told the surgery was scheduled for 7 o'clock this morning.
So not wanting to be late, (plus severe pain) 'caused me to be there early.
I settle into a chair, my parents take seats to my right.

Finally, at some point the nurse calls my name.
I get up and head into the check-in/triage area.
It's so nice and quiet in there,
the nurse takes my blood pressure and temp.
and starts asking what happened.

"I impaled my face on a truck roof edge"
Her eyes grow wider as I'm telling my story...
...she enquires what pain meds I'm on.
She's shocked and "tsk's" when I tell her I've been popping T3's since Saturday....
...and then offers me a deal I can't refuse!!!

"Give me the bottle of T3's you have...
and I'll give you an injection of morphine."
Hell, I literally ran to my bag to retrieve the big pill container.
She put the T3's in a big baggie, which I would get back after I was discharged.
I had my sleeve up, and arm out, desperate to get some relief.