Double, Double, I'm in trouble.
I thought I was really prepared for this surgery today when I went to bed last night. I had a really fun time with Dose, Kristin, and Courtney, and when I got back to my apt, I was still excited, I suppose. Anyway, I was at a good emotional level with thinking about my procedure today. The torment this has placed on me is unsurmountable. It's like a plague in my life, the constant thinking. I want it to be over! This has been going on since I first felt the lump near my coccyx.
Le Shit.
I'm going to go off to Destrehan, then drive to LaPlace, where my mom is going to take me. They're going to call my name, I'm going to follow and drop em, and he's gonna inject shit, incise, and then swab swab swab swab the abscess. If it's not in good shape, it's another surgery.
This fucking sucks. I remember when I was in the ER waiting for the surgeon to come, I kept telling my mom that this wasn't fair because I take care of myself. I eat really healthy, take vitamins, stay active, and keep a good attitude. Apparently that doesn't make you immune to life.
:(
Time to go. Wish me luck with these knife happy sons-of-bitches.
Le Shit.
I'm going to go off to Destrehan, then drive to LaPlace, where my mom is going to take me. They're going to call my name, I'm going to follow and drop em, and he's gonna inject shit, incise, and then swab swab swab swab the abscess. If it's not in good shape, it's another surgery.
This fucking sucks. I remember when I was in the ER waiting for the surgeon to come, I kept telling my mom that this wasn't fair because I take care of myself. I eat really healthy, take vitamins, stay active, and keep a good attitude. Apparently that doesn't make you immune to life.
:(
Time to go. Wish me luck with these knife happy sons-of-bitches.