all of your little junebugs
Remember the cuteness of Amy Adams in Junebug? Well, I don't know why, but I've always just liked the sound of them. Of the word. Junebug. Cute, no? So now I'm kinda hooked on this song by Hurray for the Riff Raff, Junebug Waltz. Not just cause it's an awesome song, because of that word. Junebug. How weird is it that they actually freak me the fuck out? *hands*
Anyway, as you can tell from the mindless rambling, I'm up and running again. Sort of. Vision is still a bit blurry, but getting better every day and slowly getting used to not having to wear my glasses. I wasn't quite prepared for what an emotional journey it would be. The procedure itself went great. I was really well prepared for everything, even though nothing could've adequately prepared me for the intenseness of the pain. There was about 4 hours of feeling like my eyes were filled with broken glass, but then I crumbled and took the pain meds and it was MUCH better.
It feels like my insides are a mess of thoughts and feelings, but I'm either not able to sort through them or just too scared to try. I miss my guy. I miss my mom. I miss my friend. I need chocolate.