exactly a year ago
.... I was tossing and turning in my bed.
It was the end of the first day I had realized something was wrong.
That Thursday I had gone out to the movies (300) with my family.
It was so incredibly nice to have just my family together (no boyfriends, girlfriends, friends, etc) we didn't want it to end.
We went out to Denny's after the movie to extend the night.
I was absolutely exhausted and not feeling very good so I just ordered a sundae.
I specifically asked for no nuts and the waitress wasn't listening. I felt shitty because I had to send it back.
I couldn't bear the thought of chomping down on nuts with my mouth hurting so bad and she was an absolute heinous bitch.
(I've been back once since then. I pointed her out as the waitress who is so bitchy she causes cancer, har har)
Then I passed out in the Denny's booth and felt like a total spaz until Mom reminded me I was definitely not the first person to pass out in Denny's.
It was in that booth I told my Mom about my mouth hurting and showed her the lump and had her wiggle my loose teeth. She said she'd call my doctor in the morning and get me an appointment.
I ended up bawling on the ride home for no apparent reason.
I just felt like something was off.
It was incredibly weird because that was so completely unlike me.
I remember my Mom hugging me and asking what was the matter. I didn't even know.
It wasn't that I was worried something was dreadfully wrong and I had cancer or anything.
(Mom assured me it must be an abscess or something. Even though I had perfect teeth and no cavities)
I just had an overwhelming sense of something not being right. If that makes sense?
The next day I went to the doctor. She sent me to the dentist. He sent me to the surgeon.
That was Friday, Monday, Tuesday. Wednesday I had my first surgery and the biopsy.
I want that year of my life back.
I've been horrible to be around all day.
It's just so depressing to think an entire year has passed with this being my life.
Bleh.
(Yeah, I'm moody this week. On April 2nd I'll be an absolutely unbearable melancholy little wench)
It just freaks me out. A year is such a long time to be sick like this. Damn.
It was the end of the first day I had realized something was wrong.
That Thursday I had gone out to the movies (300) with my family.
It was so incredibly nice to have just my family together (no boyfriends, girlfriends, friends, etc) we didn't want it to end.
We went out to Denny's after the movie to extend the night.
I was absolutely exhausted and not feeling very good so I just ordered a sundae.
I specifically asked for no nuts and the waitress wasn't listening. I felt shitty because I had to send it back.
I couldn't bear the thought of chomping down on nuts with my mouth hurting so bad and she was an absolute heinous bitch.
(I've been back once since then. I pointed her out as the waitress who is so bitchy she causes cancer, har har)
Then I passed out in the Denny's booth and felt like a total spaz until Mom reminded me I was definitely not the first person to pass out in Denny's.
It was in that booth I told my Mom about my mouth hurting and showed her the lump and had her wiggle my loose teeth. She said she'd call my doctor in the morning and get me an appointment.
I ended up bawling on the ride home for no apparent reason.
I just felt like something was off.
It was incredibly weird because that was so completely unlike me.
I remember my Mom hugging me and asking what was the matter. I didn't even know.
It wasn't that I was worried something was dreadfully wrong and I had cancer or anything.
(Mom assured me it must be an abscess or something. Even though I had perfect teeth and no cavities)
I just had an overwhelming sense of something not being right. If that makes sense?
The next day I went to the doctor. She sent me to the dentist. He sent me to the surgeon.
That was Friday, Monday, Tuesday. Wednesday I had my first surgery and the biopsy.
I want that year of my life back.
I've been horrible to be around all day.
It's just so depressing to think an entire year has passed with this being my life.
Bleh.
(Yeah, I'm moody this week. On April 2nd I'll be an absolutely unbearable melancholy little wench)
It just freaks me out. A year is such a long time to be sick like this. Damn.