Sad Bastard Blog

March 26, 2008

In the past week:


I had oral surgery because of an "impacted molar" that was on its way to severing a nerve in my mouth that would make me lose all function on the right side of my face (or something like that). $200 and 6 days later, I'm still in pain. WTF? I've been perfect-no smoking, drinking lots of water, taking my meds, and using my oral rise, and still, here I am barley able to open my mouth all the way (keep your comments to yourself). I'm just tired and ready to be healed and back to normal (again, keep your comments to yourself). In conclusion, chipmunk cheeks are only cute on chipmunks, not me.

My oldest and dearest dog was put down. He was old and it was probably his time, but Jesus! I know that death is just a part of life and yadda yadda yadda, but he was my dog and now he's dead and I'll never see him again. And the best part is that I didn't get to say good-bye. My parents didn't tell me because they didn't want to "ruin my weekend". It ruined my month that I didn't get to say good bye to him. So thanks for that.

My mom went into the ER (twice) because of an allergic reaction to latex paint. I don't get a call because again they want to preserve the awesomeness that is my weekend. Let me break this down: if someone I love is in the hospital for whatever reason, CALL ME! It's easy.

On this same note, my dad cut himself and had to go to the ER and get 20 stitches in his leg, again, no phone call

I'm so behind in school it's ridiculous.

I'm moving. Which while the end result will be amazing, I actually have to physically move, which blows. I hate packing, I hate cleaning, and I hate lifting heavy things. I hate my apartment and current living situation and I'm ready to get the fuck outta dodge, but I hate the stress of having to move. When did I accumulate so much SHIT? Seriously, all I really need are clothes, makeup, hairdryer, jewelry, my laptop and my fish. Everything else can burn for all I care (knock on wood, cause that would actually suck, a lot)

And the cherry on top of a cake made of crap...

I have strep throat. I can't swallow without intense pain and discomfort due to the super sexy white pustules that have formed in the back of my throat and in the hole where they took out my impacted molar. I'm on antibiotics and I feel like complete butt.

I wish I could have a drink right about now, but considering that I can't swallow or drink alcohol because of my medication, I can't. Boo.