i'll name it satan, the goiter
well, this weekend sure as hell sucked. like, you have no idea the ammount of suckage it produced. pretty much one of the suckiest weekends of my life. i'm still not sure why it all happened. the bad energy was almost palpable, and it stuck with me. i felt like i needed niacin and water just to flush all the bad energy out of my system. as i was driving home (at 11:30 pm) on the interstate, the scenery was directly projected from my mood. there was nothing but black, starless night, and the endless procession of cars streaming forth, each one searching for his/her pointless, wasted life. very very bad energy. i arrived home to my powerless house (a fuse had blown and we hadn't the time to replace it), ate some food in the dark, and fell into restless, nightmare peppered sleep. not a good night.
anyways, i pretty much just want to forget it happened. what happened would resurface all that bad energy again, and i'm sick enough. i really don't want to deal with that. things are relatively fine (or as fine as they'll ever be), and i'll be out of here in 28 fucking days.
so, yep. i'm as sick as ever, except now on top of a swollen throat and glands the size of my thyroid, i've got a congested chest that coughs eight times a minute (i counted) and prevents me from breathing normally in sleep. i went to urgent care today, the doc diagnosed me with bronchitis and a sinus infection, and i'm on zithromax. woop-de-doo.
well, how did my pre-op appointment, which was scheduled for today, go, you ask? ha. good question. it didn't. we cancelled, since i'm so goddamn sick. AND--to put the icing on the cake--we had to push back my surgery. so today was pretty much my worst nightmare realized. oh, we couldn't push the surgery back a week. noooooo. we pushed it all the way back to AUGUST 22. yep. that's correct--exactly one week before i move into college! well, this is just peachy. i'll have exactly one week to lay on the couch under haze of narcotics to mentally prepare myself for the biggest transition of my life. one week for this giant surgery and physically traumatic event to recover. and then i'll be moving into college, very possibly still under haze of narcotics, with a great bloody 3-inch incision poking out of my fucking neck. i really really can't wait.
just when i think the ammount of suckage in my life can't increase one more inch, a ten ton load of suck drops on my head from great god above. thanks for this awesome hand you've dealt me. or not.
i think i'll go attempt the first ever in-home self-induced thyroidectomy. should be fun. can't wait to see the blood. i'll pickled the damn thing and bring it with me to college. you know. nice conversation starter. good pick-up line. "hey, want to come back to my room and see my goiter? yeah, thought so."
anyways, i pretty much just want to forget it happened. what happened would resurface all that bad energy again, and i'm sick enough. i really don't want to deal with that. things are relatively fine (or as fine as they'll ever be), and i'll be out of here in 28 fucking days.
so, yep. i'm as sick as ever, except now on top of a swollen throat and glands the size of my thyroid, i've got a congested chest that coughs eight times a minute (i counted) and prevents me from breathing normally in sleep. i went to urgent care today, the doc diagnosed me with bronchitis and a sinus infection, and i'm on zithromax. woop-de-doo.
well, how did my pre-op appointment, which was scheduled for today, go, you ask? ha. good question. it didn't. we cancelled, since i'm so goddamn sick. AND--to put the icing on the cake--we had to push back my surgery. so today was pretty much my worst nightmare realized. oh, we couldn't push the surgery back a week. noooooo. we pushed it all the way back to AUGUST 22. yep. that's correct--exactly one week before i move into college! well, this is just peachy. i'll have exactly one week to lay on the couch under haze of narcotics to mentally prepare myself for the biggest transition of my life. one week for this giant surgery and physically traumatic event to recover. and then i'll be moving into college, very possibly still under haze of narcotics, with a great bloody 3-inch incision poking out of my fucking neck. i really really can't wait.
just when i think the ammount of suckage in my life can't increase one more inch, a ten ton load of suck drops on my head from great god above. thanks for this awesome hand you've dealt me. or not.
i think i'll go attempt the first ever in-home self-induced thyroidectomy. should be fun. can't wait to see the blood. i'll pickled the damn thing and bring it with me to college. you know. nice conversation starter. good pick-up line. "hey, want to come back to my room and see my goiter? yeah, thought so."