Presley's Diary

For some reason I woke up in the middle of the surgery. The anesthesia didn't work properly and wore off rather quickly. I do a have semi insomniac sleeping disorder but I never expected to wake up in the middle of this surgery. I woke up freaked out, in a panic with increasing anxiety. The anesthesia had me feeling like I was half dead... or in the process of dying. I remember crying and telling my mind to take control of my body. I was scared of dying and it got worse. I began to feel something lodged in my throat. I had no idea what it was and later found out it was a protective cloth used to catch debris and broken teeth from going down my throat during the surgery. It wasn't choking me but it was slowing down my breathing while my anxiety was trying to force me to breathe heavier. I was freaking out!

By this time I was asking or maybe even crying for help. It really was a nightmare. This surgery had gone far worse than expected and just when I felt like caving in, I heard the most angelic calming and soothing voice tell me " Mr. Presley, your at the dental office getting your wisdom teeth pulled". She carried on saying "everything is going to be alright, just calm down. Stop fighting us." as she held my hands to keep us all safe.

I did calm down thanks to her but I was pissed off. I wasn't fighting anyone. I was scared... there is a difference and it took someone in another room, working on another patient to calm me down. Then my angel left me as they tried to resume the surgery while I was still awake. So now I'm even more angry and I refused to let them continue. I couldn't feel any pain but I still felt the drilling, the tugging and the pulling. I did not want to so I made them put me back to sleep.

Finally the surgery was complete. I remember still being faded, light headed and with blurry vision when they escorted me out. I had some lady pushing me in a wheel chair toward the exit and I remember making them all laugh as I told them I understood why they were kicking me out the back door. ( lol everyone goes out the back door ) I was told needed a driver to drive me home post surgery due to the effects of the anesthesia. I was counting on Yolie to take care of me for the weekend but she really let me down and we never really spoke much after that because of it. So I took my little cousin (Princess Presley, the only female Presley left on our side of the family) to pretend to drive me home. I actually had to pay her plus I gave her a brand dresser I bought on sale from Kmart the week before. My cousin didn't drive me home, she didn't even have her drivers license but I had no one else to ask and she was unemployed at the time. Actually I drove her to my storage then home to her sisters apartment in Colton before I checked myself in a Motel 6.

I spent the whole weekend in the Motel 6. It was like a bed rest weekend for me, recovering from the surgery. I survived of soup and Juice It Up smoothies. It takes a lot to keep me down. I don't get sick often but when I get really sick, I'm like a big baby. I get really needy and this was just as bad but I had no one to take care of me. I didn't want to talk, interact with people or even try to work... I just wanted to recover and put this behind me. Yolie let me down, my baby mama only stopped by the drop off soup and I was back to being alone in the world. So that Sunday morning around 5am I sent a message to Dr. Diaz on the POF dating app. I remember swiping right because she was cute and nearby but that is common for me because I never really had a type. I don't swipe right because of age, religious beliefs, careers or size. In fact her profile said she was a bartender lol. So I thought Dr. was just for fun. Regardless we ended up chatting that day.

The bar tending was done on the side, mostly weekends, it was a mobile service she created, so it was nice to see she had a little hustle in her. Being an entrepreneur myself it has been important to find someone on my level. It was actually labor day weekend So Dr. Diaz had the entire weekend off as well and it felt like we spent the weekend together, even thou we still had not met. We communicated by text since my mouth was swollen shut. We chatted about everything and we never ran out of much to say. The vibe was right and I knew I wanted to meet her as soon as possible.

Monday morning rolls around and I am close to a hundred percent. Feeling better physically and mentally as I survived the weekend. Now I am looking forward to returning to work and I shared that feeling with Dr. Diaz. I told her " I can't wait to go back to work tomorrow. I have been on bed rest the entire weekend. I had my wisdom teeth pulled and it was a nightmare!"

Her response was straight out of a movie scene. "Wait a minute! What!? Where do you have your teeth pulled? I replied by telling her and it took her breathe away. " Oh my God" she said "I am the one that held your hands and asked you to calm down." Dr Diaz wasn't just a Bartender but she is truly a wonder woman dental surgeon and the sweet calming voice that kept my mind from turning into Scarecrow's was actually hers. We were both stunned. Our connection was already instant and progressing. So for us to realize this after the fact made us feel like it was destiny. Here we are chatting it up on a dating app when we already crossed each others path under extreme circumstances. I made her laugh by telling her " well you seen me at my worst( crazy, dramatic, drugged up, unshaven. lol)... would you like to see me at my best?" She said Yes and agreed to meet me soon after that if I promised her I wouldn't be "Combative". LMAO!