so here I am, in the hospital. No, no emergency or anything. My surgeon just wanted me to come in through the ER so I'd get admitted quicker. He wants me to have surgery to remove part of my right lung, the lung lining, and about four inches of ribs down the center. Buuuuuuuuut the cardio-thorasic surgeon doesn't think that's a good idea...so we're ( Read more... )

...I quit. I finally quit working for that psycho woman. She didn't tell me that her son wouldn't be coming over today, so I texted her asking when he would be coming, saying that, again, I had to turn down plans and a chance at having some resemblance of a social life. She had THE NERVE to tell me that she "told you I had a few days off, but I  ( Read more... )

So, Monday morning I had my appointment to have a biopsy done done one of the masses my biospy done. At 8 AM. I was awake at 4.30, with extremely low blood sugar (for me, at least), clocking in at a grand old 71. So, I was awake, I was starving (I wasn't allowed to eat after midnight, but I had stopped at 11.30), I was thirsty as hell (not allowed ( Read more... )

So, these past few weeks, I've just had medical stuff going on left and right. Some good, some bad, some neutral, and some that's scaring the shit out of me ( Read more... )

Bold the ones that apply to you.

I am a boy.
I am a girl.
I am shorter than 5'4''.
I think I’m ugly sometimes.
I have many scars.
I tan easily.
I wish my hair was a different color.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have a tattoo.
I am self-conscious about my appearance.
I have/I’ve had braces.

I wear glasses.
I would get plastic ( Read more... )

I know I shouldn't, but I love Sweethearts. Y'know, those conversation hearts you  can only get around Valentine's Day? Yeah, those. While at the dollar store with my mom, I got an 8-box pack to hold me over for a while. I want to get more, to have a nice stock for the rest of the year, but...I don't think mom will let me have that many boxes of ( Read more... )

I can tell now, after this last convention, that either I'm getting older or that a lot has happened since my first convention that wears me out faster than normal. I'm not bouncing back as fast (usually I'm still raring to go another day or so when I get home from the last day) and taking longer to recuperate. Sunday night after I got home, sure I ( Read more... )

So, my mom called the ******* to talk to them about getting my work started. Luckily, they said they can go ahead and start, then get ahold of the right people to do the bigger stuff. But I go next Thursday afternoon to get things rolling. I'm so excited, but also a little afraid. But I'll be fine. It's about time I get this done.

And this weekend ( Read more... )

Beware of typos. I don't have my glasses on because they were hurting behind my ears ( Read more... )

I still have two hours to go where I live, but I'm sure I prolly won't be able to post anything. gonna have quite a bit of...yummy goodies in me that will make me a bit...falalalala. Know what I mean ( Read more... )