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| I'm updating because I'm so bored. I could have gone ice skating with
you guys but my doctor told me I must not do anything strenuous for
three more days. And I could have gone to concerts but I shouldn't go near big crowds or people with infections.
This whole summer so far has been me being sick with a cold and now healing from
surgery. But after three days... that's when the REAL summer will kick
off. Heck yes.
So
basically I had a tonsillectomy or in plain
laymen terms, I got my tonsils out. Why? Because my tonsils
are so big that they just barely touch when I'm upright. So when I lie
down they touch and
restrict my breathing and I don't get enough oxygen to my brain, which
makes me tired and more prone to bacteria and viruses. Also, it makes
me snore since they vibrate and a normal healthy teenager shouldn't
snore or take naps often. So I should do it now before I go off to
college.
I wasn't allowed to take them home. Sucks. Some new
government law. So instead they're sent somewhere to be inspected.
I named them Lucy and Dan though. So fitting for my tonsils, don't you agree?
I went to
get blood withdrawn before the surgery and Man OH man. I don't like. I
was nervous when the nurse came in and sat down next to me. I
held my arm out, but I looked away so I wouldn't have to see the
needle. I felt the needle break my skin and poke through and then such a strange sensation of blood
flowing. Then I felt a bit dizzy then extremely dizzy like I'm in
a haze and the sound is turned down to a low. The nurse grabbed a wet towel
and put it on my head and called for a juicebox. So there I am..
almost fainted.. with a juicebox.. and a childrens book on my lap. i'm such a wimp.
Surgery
day. I couldn't eat or drink anything eight hours prior. I get there
about an hour early so I just sit in the lobby rereading a
magazine with Elizabeth Hurley on the cover twice, front to back. The
nurse finally calls me and I change into the flimsy robes. I'm then led
to the operating table and I lay down, a bit nervous but still calm.
The nurse pokes in the I.V. line (which hurts more than giving blood)
and I just lay there... next thing I know, I wake up but extremely
drowsy. I get into a wheelchair and drift off into sleep.
I wake up again and I'm in a chair with blankets around me. I don't
look at my arm in case I see the I.V. still in me. The nurse comes in
later and tells me to try to drink the glass of water next to me.
holy crap. Who knew it could be such a hard thing to do.. drink
water.
The nurse applied some numbing spray to my throat but it was still so
challenging. I set small goals for myself to drink it according to the
designs
on the cup. "Okay just drink up to the blue circle... okay now to
the orange one..." Finally I go to the restroom to change
into my clothes. I kept on shivering... I
guess it was the drugs or the cold.
So I've been home resting and healing. The first few days were
tough. I could feel the stitches in my throat pulse in
pain. But the doctor says the second week is tougher than the
first since the nerve endings in my throat start to grow back. At
least I can eat solids now. Thanks for the visits and the flower
and calls even if I couldn't talk.
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| It's June! You know what time of the year it is. Card season! Yes, the month where I bring a pack of cards at the end of the school year and beat you all at psoid, bs, and spoons. Jk... not beat.. more like ruthlessly destroy.
Is it only me or is June not even laidback as it was supposed to be? I dreamt of watching movies in every one of my class or just sit in the back chatting but NO. Maybe in some classes but others I had and have a the two week final, the film project, spreads, and small menial assignments. Not fun.
Well the film project was sort of fun yet stressful. Thanks Varieur for only giving us two weeks. : | Poor us. Having computers not exporting correctly, getting arrested on a roof, getting kicked out of Gilmore's... at least we have the satisfaction of knowing that it's completed. yay?
who's free next friday night and is willing to pay 13 bucks? :D
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| Did anyone see the butterflies yesterday?
There were like hundreds of them flying over the roads towards west I
think. At first I thought it was just leaves since they were
fluttering towards the ground, but when I looked closer I saw that they
were monarch butterflies. If only I had a camera...
Yes their journey is quite difficult. Many die trying to reach their
destination. I know since I crashed into one of them. It was
totally unintentional. That dang butterfly was flying car-height level
and hit my windshield. It left a thin long mark on the window and
then I started to panick since the rest of the pack starting flying
lower too. It was like the Alfred Hitchcock movie Birds. Then
there was this huge truck next to me in the other lane.. poor
butterflies
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