Its a new year so I'm going to be happy!
So yea.
Surgery SUCKS. I know this now.
AND MY FUCKING TUMOR WAS THE SIZE OF A FUCKING PICKLE. A PICKLE!!!!!!!
Went in to get cut the December 15th up in Birmingham. Had to be there at 5 in the morning. Ugh. Mommy and Daddy came with me..Steven stayed at home, despite him saying how much he wanted to be there, but he had a paper due or something. And we had been fighting alot. And he hates my parents. I just didnt want to deal with the drama before something big like that.
I am proud to say I was the calmest person in the room! And then I went completely under and woke up with an awful pain in my side. Then I had a bad reaction to the morphine...it felt like liquid fire in my veins.
Then I had to stay overnight by myself. Got no sleep because they kept coming in and pricking me with needles and shit. And it was SOOOO hard to move! I felt almost helpless, I just lied in bed the entire day and a half.
But they said my tumor was really big and no wonder it was causing so much pain! They had to cut away some of my muscles so my leg is going to be really weak for awhile.
The first week sucked at home. I can say that steven was actually pretty helpful, until I could start to do things on my own.
Now I can walk with just a slight limp, go up and down stairs, stand for longer then 5 minutes and stretch my legs out!
I"m so glad the little fucker is gone! And I got my tests results back a day or so ago and its not cancer!
Yayness...I can apply for the military hopefully now!
I'm moving out in April, I have a house almost all to myself for MUCH cheaper rent as long as I keep the place clean. I'll also have a yard, internet, cable, awesome stuff.
NOt so happy shit.
Well I broke up with Steven after Christmas. I'm sure that theres some sort of reason why he wrote that thing telling her that she completed him and shit...but I'm tired. I'm tired, I'm done making excuses, I'm done waiting for any sort of commitment beyond living together etc.
But thats a rant all within itself.
Winston moved out so I'm moving into his old room. Right now I'm STILL sleeping on the sofa but oh well.
I'll figure out some way to live with him for the next few months.
But yea. No more hospital visits! Now I can start paying all that shit back!
Surgery SUCKS. I know this now.
AND MY FUCKING TUMOR WAS THE SIZE OF A FUCKING PICKLE. A PICKLE!!!!!!!
Went in to get cut the December 15th up in Birmingham. Had to be there at 5 in the morning. Ugh. Mommy and Daddy came with me..Steven stayed at home, despite him saying how much he wanted to be there, but he had a paper due or something. And we had been fighting alot. And he hates my parents. I just didnt want to deal with the drama before something big like that.
I am proud to say I was the calmest person in the room! And then I went completely under and woke up with an awful pain in my side. Then I had a bad reaction to the morphine...it felt like liquid fire in my veins.
Then I had to stay overnight by myself. Got no sleep because they kept coming in and pricking me with needles and shit. And it was SOOOO hard to move! I felt almost helpless, I just lied in bed the entire day and a half.
But they said my tumor was really big and no wonder it was causing so much pain! They had to cut away some of my muscles so my leg is going to be really weak for awhile.
The first week sucked at home. I can say that steven was actually pretty helpful, until I could start to do things on my own.
Now I can walk with just a slight limp, go up and down stairs, stand for longer then 5 minutes and stretch my legs out!
I"m so glad the little fucker is gone! And I got my tests results back a day or so ago and its not cancer!
Yayness...I can apply for the military hopefully now!
I'm moving out in April, I have a house almost all to myself for MUCH cheaper rent as long as I keep the place clean. I'll also have a yard, internet, cable, awesome stuff.
NOt so happy shit.
Well I broke up with Steven after Christmas. I'm sure that theres some sort of reason why he wrote that thing telling her that she completed him and shit...but I'm tired. I'm tired, I'm done making excuses, I'm done waiting for any sort of commitment beyond living together etc.
But thats a rant all within itself.
Winston moved out so I'm moving into his old room. Right now I'm STILL sleeping on the sofa but oh well.
I'll figure out some way to live with him for the next few months.
But yea. No more hospital visits! Now I can start paying all that shit back!