32 staples and not a paper in sight
so all week long, everyone at work has been planning to go out tonight to celebrate Hope's last day. i was actually looking forward to it (besides the fat that Big K was going to be there.) all week i'm asking people if they're going, telling them they MUST go or else, making plans with Melissa...and then what happens? 30 minutes before i'm supposed to leave, i get sick and end up staying home. story of my life.
so i went on the porch and mom came out and we started talking about my operation. i think it's amazing how i can remember something so vividly from almost 15 years ago. tubes up my nose and down my throw extracting stomach acid, steroids injected in my arms and legs, a pee-pee tube, getting 32 staples removed, telling the nurse in ICU that i wanted to watch tv and as soon as we got the bed adjusted i just passed out, IV after IV after IV, not eating anything for 10 days in a row, not wanting to go into surgery until Full House was over...my mom remembers that i went into the operating room smiling because i was so happy to get a green cap to wear. i can't even imagine what my parents had to go through while i was in surgery...them thinking i was going in for one thing and the doctors having to come out mid-surgery and get them to sign papers in case i died because they have found another problem and needed to cut me up some more. my mom says all her heart problems started when this was happening to me and that she remembers exactly when i came out of surgery and they wheeled me past...so still, lips blue, she said she felt her heart beating in her throat. and then she got so worked up about me that she had to be put in the hospital as a patient. awww...that's love.
so the recording of the demo has been moved up from the 26th to the 19th and i'm going crazy. my throat has been killing me for the past 5 days, ever since i started doing these gay vocal exercises. i have a million things going through my head about the songs and i need to get everything set and send them off to the guys to record the day before i'm going into the studio. i'm totally stressed out about this. keep your digits crossed.
so i went on the porch and mom came out and we started talking about my operation. i think it's amazing how i can remember something so vividly from almost 15 years ago. tubes up my nose and down my throw extracting stomach acid, steroids injected in my arms and legs, a pee-pee tube, getting 32 staples removed, telling the nurse in ICU that i wanted to watch tv and as soon as we got the bed adjusted i just passed out, IV after IV after IV, not eating anything for 10 days in a row, not wanting to go into surgery until Full House was over...my mom remembers that i went into the operating room smiling because i was so happy to get a green cap to wear. i can't even imagine what my parents had to go through while i was in surgery...them thinking i was going in for one thing and the doctors having to come out mid-surgery and get them to sign papers in case i died because they have found another problem and needed to cut me up some more. my mom says all her heart problems started when this was happening to me and that she remembers exactly when i came out of surgery and they wheeled me past...so still, lips blue, she said she felt her heart beating in her throat. and then she got so worked up about me that she had to be put in the hospital as a patient. awww...that's love.
so the recording of the demo has been moved up from the 26th to the 19th and i'm going crazy. my throat has been killing me for the past 5 days, ever since i started doing these gay vocal exercises. i have a million things going through my head about the songs and i need to get everything set and send them off to the guys to record the day before i'm going into the studio. i'm totally stressed out about this. keep your digits crossed.