Jumpers, Pain and Liquids
I own a black and white striped John jumper...and all those things from the last post came in except the book but given I ordered it the night before the snow storm I'm giving it time.
Other then that....I didn't get my teeth removed. The dental surgeon said if I remove them the pain will be worse....because I have TMJ....fucking glorious isnt it.....I actually facepalmed when he said it....then double face palmed groaned and when It's fine....it's all fine....when he said no solid food for two weeks and a daily muscle relaxer. No excessive talking...not gonna happen...and warm compresses....haven't done it yet but I should. I left made and appointment for two weeks from Saturday....then proceeded to cry in the middle of the street. I emotionally broke down walked to Monte to find my mom...nothing better then people seeing you walking tears streaming down your face in a hospital. She gave me a hug and took a break to walk me home. It's just so fucking emotionally draining. I've dealt with worse pain....but I was so set to get this over with and gone....It went from annoying to bothersome and the fucking emotional bitch slap of finding out it was TMJ just set me off.
On another side and shitty note. My mom made the mistake of picking up one of Khaled's calls while I was out...he was a rude ass to her. Makes me more secure in my decision to ignore him until he gets the hint to stop calling.
I need to end this positively. JUMPER....I own a John Jumper....and it's warm and not itchy and awesome....and gramma saved my cornflakes box from being thrown out....the one with Star Trek on it....and I'm three classes from Winter session being done.....I can feel an A....I want it so bad I can taste it. And finally.....OH OH, I nearly forgot....the family is going to Jekyll and Hyde (the play which is in an off broadway run in the westchester dinner theatre) for a joint b-day celebration. Gotta get my mom and gramma something. Don't know what I'm handling it Tuesday or Wednesday.
Ok....so I can end this happy now...I think I'm gonna go get a yogurt now....I can at least still eat that.
Completely off it as and end note. The Little Man Who Was Not There....single creepiest and coolest poem ever....it makes me sad and happy...creeped and interested all at once.
Other then that....I didn't get my teeth removed. The dental surgeon said if I remove them the pain will be worse....because I have TMJ....fucking glorious isnt it.....I actually facepalmed when he said it....then double face palmed groaned and when It's fine....it's all fine....when he said no solid food for two weeks and a daily muscle relaxer. No excessive talking...not gonna happen...and warm compresses....haven't done it yet but I should. I left made and appointment for two weeks from Saturday....then proceeded to cry in the middle of the street. I emotionally broke down walked to Monte to find my mom...nothing better then people seeing you walking tears streaming down your face in a hospital. She gave me a hug and took a break to walk me home. It's just so fucking emotionally draining. I've dealt with worse pain....but I was so set to get this over with and gone....It went from annoying to bothersome and the fucking emotional bitch slap of finding out it was TMJ just set me off.
On another side and shitty note. My mom made the mistake of picking up one of Khaled's calls while I was out...he was a rude ass to her. Makes me more secure in my decision to ignore him until he gets the hint to stop calling.
I need to end this positively. JUMPER....I own a John Jumper....and it's warm and not itchy and awesome....and gramma saved my cornflakes box from being thrown out....the one with Star Trek on it....and I'm three classes from Winter session being done.....I can feel an A....I want it so bad I can taste it. And finally.....OH OH, I nearly forgot....the family is going to Jekyll and Hyde (the play which is in an off broadway run in the westchester dinner theatre) for a joint b-day celebration. Gotta get my mom and gramma something. Don't know what I'm handling it Tuesday or Wednesday.
Ok....so I can end this happy now...I think I'm gonna go get a yogurt now....I can at least still eat that.
Completely off it as and end note. The Little Man Who Was Not There....single creepiest and coolest poem ever....it makes me sad and happy...creeped and interested all at once.