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so i'm alive.

go me.

i went in at 9am, i brought jack johnson as the music to listen to and my surgeon told me to thank dear jack for keeping me company. i started breathing in the lovely gas and my hands started tingling up, i felt the iv go into my hand and the nurse put some stuff on my lips to keep them moist. thats about all i remember because i went to sleep on song 2.

i woke up in the recovery room, don't even remember getting there, and my mom was there being given my post op instructions. i stumbled out into the car and got home. but i don't remember that either. i remember changing into comfy coozies at home but not coming upsatirs. i then parked my ass in front of the tv where i have been for hours. i'm okay, the gauze is bloody and gross and i drool like a fuck, but whatever, i'm still hott. i have to ice my cheeks on and off every half hour so i'm extra cool and un puffy like.

my tongue just un numbed itself like a hlaf hour ago and i downed some cold soup because i got up to go to the bathroom and felt sick and my mom said i was obvioulsy needing some food. she was right and the food was good so, i'm not gonna fight it. i'm not in any pain yet cuz i'm still sort of numb but it should be kicking in soonish i hear. what can you do...well complain and cry yeah, but, what else.

my momma is gone now, off to work, and my baby boy hayden has not left me since i came home he meows and looks up but won't jump on me, just sits real close by. thats love. i'm hoping soon i can eat some of that great pudding i bought, and some apple sauce, and ice cream. look at me i'm a cow. i need popsicles though, i'm gonna ask sara to pick some up for me i think cuz well, i love popsicles.

it's hayden's birthday today, and i'm wisdomless.


wanna make out?



*i wrote this yesterday, i'll write one today. later.