dirtyprettything

Home in california for a bit. Had mouth surgery a few days ago, and am now in love with my new best friends Eli Lily, Pfizer, and Merck for keeping me out of what could be terrible pain. Been in a bit of a cloud as a result, but have seen no rainbows or pink elephants yet.... darn.

something funny did happen after my surgery though - apparently the doctor neglected to suture one of my incisions and once i got home and the anesthesia wore off (which unconstricted all the blood vessels) i began to bleed everywhere.

Since i was still riding the valium they gave me a few hours earlier, i would giggle every few minutes as i spit out a mouthful of blood into a bowl while in the car returning to their office, and then said "here i brought you a gift" to the doctor as i handed him my bloody bowl with a blood-ridden smile on my face. i thought it was funny. my mother, on the other hand, thinks i'm a nut-case.

but now, three days later, i'm swollen and bruised, and frankly am growing a bit tired of this opiate haze i've been in. bleh. at least the liquid diet is taking more weight off - whee soon i'll be super skinny - perfect for our upcoming show at Fetish Con.

ok, time for more vicodin