I Am but a Pincushion (Day 1/surgery)

My dad woke me up at 4:30 AM in order to check into the same day surgery section of BAMC by 5:30. I was nervous of course but realized there was no point in worrying since I couldn’t change the fact the surgery was supposed to happen today. The clinic was pretty full, but mostly of senior citizens. I first had my vitals taken by a nurse, and then the anesthesiologist introduced himself to my dad and I. Then I had to become totally naked except for my underwear. I was just relieved to not have to have a foley catheter inserted. I also remember a large group of male surgeons I assume visited me and my dad to check in. They mentioned that they might give me a genioplasty to move my chin forward for aesthetic purposes. I agreed that I would be open with it. The last memory I have is moving from the patient bed to the operating room table. I remember it being filled with many covered doctors and professionals. Then I remember it being like 2:00 PM or something when this lady who was waiting for me in the same area I arrived in the morning to tell me to wake up. Then next thing I know is that I woke up with my dad in the pediatric room. My throat was immensely dry and raspy. I couldn’t talk and swallowing was very painful. I think the drugs severely knocked me out to the point that I was not aware of how often I kept falling asleep. I woke up in the recovery room.