Update on GIANT CYST!!!

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Hah, that got your attention, didn't it? Hah! (It also made me laugh...) Well, as promised, the recovery was painful and I was full of medications that I don't remember the names of...and that is the truth. I was drugged all weekend, though I got flowers Saturday morning from Chrissy, Gma Shirley, Alison, Mike, and Beth. I was very thankful for those. I also got tons of cards in the mail and "Get well" from people at church. I didn't go: my Mom did. That's what they told her to tell me. Chrissy also came down for the weekend to take care of me. Alex and Caitlin came over...one of those nights. I think it was Saturday. To be completely honest: most of the first 5 days of the recovery are a major blur. I was high as a kite from Thursday to about Monday. I am definitely feeling the effects days later. I tried to go to school Tuesday, but that didn't happen. I woke up at 7 and took a shower by myself (trust me: that was a big feat!) and then got so sick from being twisted around and moving so much that I laid down until 8. At 8:15am, I had to fight with my sister for the bathroom so that I could puke. Yes, she made a dang fuss all the way down the hallway to her room because I took away her precious bathroom time to RALPH! Not one of my favorite torture preferences, but I guess it worked. Oh yeah, that's another thing: I spent my recovery at my parent's house. I didn't sleep in the apartment again until 2 nights ago...if you could call it sleeping. It's more like: I twist and turn for about 2 hours with INTENSE paranoia and a bruised belly until I just about cry myself to sleep. Yes, this is my sleeping pattern since I stoppped taking the Vicadin as a sleep inducer. I think that it has since...F---ing effected me! My Mom thinks that it has a lot to do with the fact that I slept most of my days and nights away in the beginning and that has caused my internal clock to be off now. I am hoping to fix that this weekend. (Sorry guys, no late nights with me this weekend: I'm trying to fix the ol' interal clock!) All-in-all, my teachers have been very supportive and willing to help me with make-ups and such. I missed a test Tuesday (thank the Lord!) and the teacher has allowed me to spend the weekend studying and taking it next week. My other teachers have kept in touch very well...except for this one guy... (I pounded that elipsis in...I was expressing my anger.) It's Intro to Legal Assisting and it's only Tuesday nights. The first night, the guy didn't give us the syllabus because his moniter went out and he didn't have the time to find another one. Fine. I missed the next 3 weeks after that. I have emailed the guy every week, as I have with my other teachers and he has not written back. I used the email that was on UC's website. Now, there is a forwarding option with the school's email. If you don't check UC's email, you can have it sent to your personal email address. I have that: I'm sure the teachers are well aware of this feature. He has not responded to any of the 3 emails that I sent him. I'm sorry, but I don't really have the time to call this guy, just maybe finding him at his desk, and trying to talk to him. I shouldn't have to! That is what email is for! So, I've told my Mom about this and she knows that I have done what I can. When I go to class this coming Tuesday, if he wants to give me shit, well, I'll tell him about his emails that he didn't respond to, and I'll drop if necessary. If that's the case, I'm picking a different minor because most of the classes are night classes (for the working professionals, which none of them were even IN THIS CLASS) and I don't want to have to deal with this guy again. Blah to him. (Random, but I want Starbucks...) I will give a report on that next week.

So, I think this is where my train ride ends. Thanks for listening... See ya at the next stop we have together.