I don't like subjects.
Good news! They (they = doctors) finally found out what was wrong with Heather.
Bad news...it was a cyst.
Good news! It was benign.
Bad news...it ruptured.
Good news! They don't have to operate now.
Bad news...rupture = owwwwwwwww.
At any rate, I'm just happy we know what was wrong. And I hope she gets better real soon. Because if she doesn't...I'm predicting a drive to Winchentucky very soon. With warm soup. And Pepsi. And I'm not too sure if anyone who reads this will get that. Oh well.
Pretty much...I'd like her to be back for the retreat on Monday. Because...well, Chelsea and Angela made shirts, and I need someone to..."avoid them like the plague" isn't the term I'm looking for, it's more like "point and laugh in that oh-man-why-would-you-ever-do-that? kinda way." Even if Caitlin and Bis will be doing so with me anyway, Heather always has that look of intense weirded-outness. Which I'm pretty sure isn't even a word.
But retreat = teh suck. For some reason going to Holy Cross and having lots of circle time, feelings-sharing and talking about what type of door is between Jesus and me...just doesn't appeal to me for some reason. Odd, I know. But at least it's a day of not-class. =]
Ohhhhhhh yes. And by the way...I'd just like you all to know that I have the greatest boyfriend ever EVER. I don't think that I can stress that enough.
Bad news...it was a cyst.
Good news! It was benign.
Bad news...it ruptured.
Good news! They don't have to operate now.
Bad news...rupture = owwwwwwwww.
At any rate, I'm just happy we know what was wrong. And I hope she gets better real soon. Because if she doesn't...I'm predicting a drive to Winchentucky very soon. With warm soup. And Pepsi. And I'm not too sure if anyone who reads this will get that. Oh well.
Pretty much...I'd like her to be back for the retreat on Monday. Because...well, Chelsea and Angela made shirts, and I need someone to..."avoid them like the plague" isn't the term I'm looking for, it's more like "point and laugh in that oh-man-why-would-you-ever-do-that? kinda way." Even if Caitlin and Bis will be doing so with me anyway, Heather always has that look of intense weirded-outness. Which I'm pretty sure isn't even a word.
But retreat = teh suck. For some reason going to Holy Cross and having lots of circle time, feelings-sharing and talking about what type of door is between Jesus and me...just doesn't appeal to me for some reason. Odd, I know. But at least it's a day of not-class. =]
Ohhhhhhh yes. And by the way...I'd just like you all to know that I have the greatest boyfriend ever EVER. I don't think that I can stress that enough.