What a long strange trip it's been...

Oct 11, 2007 18:40

So things have been insane since I last wrote in here. In fact, I wouldn't even be writing if I hadn't been spending so much time out here in Deleware. But since I'm spending almost half of every week out here, I figure I'll give this a shot yet again and if nothing else,I will atleast get to vent.
So I got the great idea to make breakfast for dinner when McDaddy and I have our dinner together this week. We've been toying with the idea of strawberry pancakes made with strawberry nesquik that has just been taunting me all day, so I think that is on the agenda for dinner with McDaddy. Plus, of course, our decaf herbal refreshments and cold Budwiser longnecks, topped off with super sugary ultra fattening ice cream, either cookies and cream or mint chocolate chip or (oh mmmm oh yes, yes, yes, God hell yeah) chocolate chip cookie dough, drizzled with honey and melted peanut butter, possibly some Redi Whip, and a nice workout of...um, uh.....dancing to Jack Johnson or Al Green or Jimi Hendrix or Jim Croche or Stevie Ray Vaughn. I love those nights.
To catch up on recent events, I had an emergency laproscopic surgery, to remove an ovarian cyst and to take out my appendix, because I apparently had accute appendicitis on top of it. So they made three little incisions, the biggest inside of my never ending belly button, and took out the cyst and my appendix right through my belly button. I thought that was fucking wild. Then last night my neighbor insisted on taking me to the ER because I was really sick, fever and hot/cold chills, increased pain at my incisions, redness and swelling, painful and difficult urination, vomiting, dizziness, fatigue, and then I was talking to her about her house for sale, said I was gonna pass out, and then I did, right there in the doorway. So lovely Rita, packed me into the car and took me to the ER, where there was about an hour wait just to be triaged, and almost passed out waiting. So Rita said "fuck that noise" and told the nurse "My niece is sitting out here and is either going to puke, faint, or both, and needs to be seen as soon as possible. I understand there are other patients, some who got here before us, but I don't see any of them laying in the waiting room floor." And as I was in the rest room, not resting but vomiting my own being out of my sore, swollen, pathetic belly, the nurse busted the door open just as I begin to faint again. Then they found out after a ton of blood was taken and there were three x-rays and a CT Scan, two bags of interveinious fluids pumped into me, phenegren and morphine IV injections, a cup of urine and a million vitals taken, it was anounced that I had a severe UT infection and that if I hadn't come into the ER it would have spred, most likely making me septic, which is not uncommon to die from if it occurs. So thank you, Lovely Rita, for me not fucking myself over worse by ignoring how I felt and just passing it off as a shitty day. Today I feel a trillion times better, not perfect, but better, and my mood is definately elevated. I painted the deck for my neighbor, ran a few errands, and looked up some interesting concerts that I plan on suprising a special someone with.
So, all in all, if I didn't have bad luck I'd have none at all. I'm so sleepy and worn out that I am nodding out at the screen here, so I'm going to lay down now, and tomorrow I will get on and tell all about my new(ish) job and how much I love it and ect., ect., ect.

A few words of wisdom to close this entry on:

Never judge a book by it's cover, always say hello to the attractive person at the bar because the worst that can happen is nothing at all which ain't so bad, dance even if there is no music to do so to, sing all your favorite songs no matter how off key you are and how bad it sounds, and never, never, NEVER feed a squirrel a cheeto. The little things make us happy, and happiness is a gift not to be taken for granted, no matter how little it seems. The gift of happiness is always huge, so don't be fooled by its packaging. Oh, yeah, be patient. If it's meant to be, it will. "There is such a thing as fate. It just works in really fucked up ways."

one love.

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