bed ridden
Not too much to update. I'm going a little stir crazy in my parents house. I'm on meds that make me sleep a lot and still waiting for surgery scheduling. I went to the doctor the other day. A new one. I liked my doctor a lot...she seemed to have a plan for getting me fixed up pretty quickly. She told me that it was going to be impossible to see a hospital doctor quickly, but that she worked with someone at another practice that she can get me in to see as soon as possible...more waiting.
On top of waiting for her, she is waiting for me to get my procedure from New York sent to her...which I have had to call on at least 3 times a day since my appointment on Thursday. I told them..."this is my job at the moment...to make sure that you are sending a little 3 page fax, I'm going to keep calling until it gets done" They told me to check back Monday...good thing this isn't life threating or anything, or I'd be fucked.
Got out of the house for a bit yesterday...made my first haul over to Greensboro to visit Grady. I kept freaking out thinking I may run into her (even though I know she is overseas). I want to see her so badly, but at the same time, I want different circumstances for it to occur. I want the welcome home and now I'm dragging you down to Florida move, but don't have enough guts to do it.
Got to see Scott later in the day and chilled with his girlfriend and gay roomies for a while. They are leaving today for a week long vacation at the beach...lucky them. Started feeling really ill later in the evening and had to get out of there. I'm an insomniac at night, even though my medicine is supposed to make me sleep. I keep wanting to wake up and feel better like a cold or a headache is supposed to be. Instead I wake up and the pain is still there.
My mother is leaving town for a week on Monday leaving just my father to look after me if the surgery or anything else occurs. For those of you who don't know, that is going to be very odd...me and my father don't speak to each other unless money or future are involved. "Hey Dad! I'm high off oxycoden at the moment! Want some!" Doesn't work. Plus my bed is upstairs, so walking up should be fun....knowing him, he'll just throw me on the couch so that the dogs can constantly jump on me and wake up when he does at 4 AM as he watches TV until 7, drinks coffee and reads the paper. LOOKING VERY MUCH FORWARD TO THAT!
Anyway, I'm just rambling now. Time for some good drugs and the passed out sleep to follow.
On top of waiting for her, she is waiting for me to get my procedure from New York sent to her...which I have had to call on at least 3 times a day since my appointment on Thursday. I told them..."this is my job at the moment...to make sure that you are sending a little 3 page fax, I'm going to keep calling until it gets done" They told me to check back Monday...good thing this isn't life threating or anything, or I'd be fucked.
Got out of the house for a bit yesterday...made my first haul over to Greensboro to visit Grady. I kept freaking out thinking I may run into her (even though I know she is overseas). I want to see her so badly, but at the same time, I want different circumstances for it to occur. I want the welcome home and now I'm dragging you down to Florida move, but don't have enough guts to do it.
Got to see Scott later in the day and chilled with his girlfriend and gay roomies for a while. They are leaving today for a week long vacation at the beach...lucky them. Started feeling really ill later in the evening and had to get out of there. I'm an insomniac at night, even though my medicine is supposed to make me sleep. I keep wanting to wake up and feel better like a cold or a headache is supposed to be. Instead I wake up and the pain is still there.
My mother is leaving town for a week on Monday leaving just my father to look after me if the surgery or anything else occurs. For those of you who don't know, that is going to be very odd...me and my father don't speak to each other unless money or future are involved. "Hey Dad! I'm high off oxycoden at the moment! Want some!" Doesn't work. Plus my bed is upstairs, so walking up should be fun....knowing him, he'll just throw me on the couch so that the dogs can constantly jump on me and wake up when he does at 4 AM as he watches TV until 7, drinks coffee and reads the paper. LOOKING VERY MUCH FORWARD TO THAT!
Anyway, I'm just rambling now. Time for some good drugs and the passed out sleep to follow.