December, December, let's see what I remember.

Angry puppy.
How fucking adorable!

Alright, so this month has been a piece of shit.
As I've been dreading in most of my post before, I was not looking forward to surgery.
But Silly me!
I SHOULD have been more worried about the recovery!
I mean really!
What kind of shit is that?!
They warn you about what they're going to do and blah blah blah.
BUT....
What they don't fucking warn you about is the recovery after surgery....!

Okay so what was my recovery like?
Well, having to take medicines around the clock.
Haha meds not to bad, yeah?
Well liquid and having to take it almost every two hours without fail, is VERY, VERY, very annoying.

And of course all the meds had to have different effects on me, can't just have one or two effects rightttt?
Dizziness, feeling drowsy, moody, sudden mood changes, etc, etc, etc.

All very quite annoying and such.
So I tried to sleep as often as I could and had to suffer with Painkillers that actually pain you as you take them!
Isn't that great? You have to swallow something that hurts to help with pain... Does that make since to anyone else?
No?
Okay I didn't think so either.

After about a week, food commercials could almost make me cry.
While all I had to survive on was, popsicles!
Because I'm not really an ice cream person and after about, oh a day I was tired of trying to eat it.
So surviving on frozen ice it was.
Don't take me wrong, popsicles are great.
Just not as a you may only eat this and you can watch everyone else eat GOOD food while you suffer with frozen flavored ice, bitchhhh.

But yeah, all I wanted to do was sleep so I didn't have to feel the gnawing hunger, pain, and watch the annoying commercials for food.
Which made me hungrier than i already was!

Can you tell I was pissed about not getting to eat yet?
If not I can always mention it again. <3


So I'm glad I can eat now, even if I'm still limited.
At least it's not Popsicles.
Yay!

I'll write about how my Christmas was and such later, I'm just done for now...
Still getting my energy back, yay for recovery -.-

Fan-Fucking-Tastic!

Yeah, that's right.
Turkey Day
Can kiss
MY ass.

Okay, I am not happy.
Well, I'm kind of happy, I've been laughing for about the past hour or so.
Reading Kat's newest blog-posts about Zombie Deer and all kinds of other things, and then I was checking out another blog, Jill's.
But anyway...
How was Thanksgiving?
It was a piece of shit.

I've decided that Thanksgiving is my LEAST favorite Holiday!

Our Neighbor came over and half brother and nephew came over.
And a lot of other shit I don't want to mention went down.

But anyway, on Monday. When Mr.A. finally got his ass out of the house and we dropped him off at the airport. We stayed the night at a La Quinta, and I decided La Quinta's suck.
They're all the same weird pale-peachy-pink color and I DISLIKE that color.
A lot.
We ended up having to move rooms because our window didn't lock.
Mrs.Z. is such a paranoid, but rather be safe than sorry?!

We order pizza, from Dominoes, they said 45 minutes.
Haha yeah...
An hour and a half later, Mrs.Z. is pissed and calling and they say, "Oh.. well we don't deliver there."
I was basically thinking, you just signed your death warrant, budd-eh.
So we had to call Aaaaanother Dominoes. (Yay...)
But anyway, 45 minutes later, I finally had my box of pepperoni hand-tossed pizza.
I was happy.

I was not happy the next day.
I found out I'm getting SURGERY?!
*FREAKING out a bit*

Apparently I need to get my tonsils and adenoids removed before I get a super-shitty-bad infection where the pain will be so bad, I'll want to shoot myself.
Go me.
I don't like doctors.
Or Hospitals.
Or Surgery.
And a lot of other things I don't like.
But those are the most important ones at the moment.

So I'm kind of stressing, yeah.
I don't want to have to deal with taking medications again...
When I had surgery to remove my wisdom teeth.
I lost like 14lbs. in 5 days, every dieters dreams, eh?
Well I didn't like it.
I slept basically the entire time and when I was up I was feeling shitty and loopy and downright dizzy.
My sleep schedule was where I woke up at 3-4am. and then I would fall asleep again at 7-8am.
Wonderful timing huh?
Well, this time, my recovery time is going to last about a week and a half to two weeks.
Gee! Nothing but ice cream for a week?!?
Doesn't sound like my kind of party.
Yeah I like ice cream, occasionally, but not that much!
I'm just going to have to deal with it I guess, but that doesn't mean I have to enjoy it.
And more medications to make my mind go loopy and my body say FUCK YOU.
I don't want to have to deal with that.....

I've got to go please Mrs.Z. real quick.
So I'll post more shiiiiitttt, later.