It's October. Of 2008. More than 2 months has gone by since I've last DONE somthing here. I feel pitiful, lazy and pathetic.



Anywho!

I do have an excuse! My computer for a good majority of the time has been 6 feet under and just yesterday was defribilated back into a coma. It's hanging onto life by its figurative fingertails.

Luckily I'll be getting a new one this Christmas and hopefully a laptop for graduation, which is just around the corner and a dance around the Maypole. I graduate in May, just in case you missed the referance.

Anywho!

Thankfully, since my comp is back online, I can work a little bit, slowly but surely to regain my tabletness and hopefully I'll manage to get somthin up. I'm not promising anything to anyone who's bothering to pay attention to my journals. My work load increaseda great deal this year and already my wrists are suffering. Those little composition notebooks are becoming my dear friends as I work on Psychology notes.

XP Blech. Anyways, look for somthing from me around Christmas time. Hopefully I'll manage somthin around then.

OMG!

AL'S BACK!

WTFM?!

ROFLCOPTER!

Yeah, after a great deal of DEADNESS, I am back. I'm gunna do my best to update even a little bit, but I can't promise how often it will be. I'm still experiancing computer difficulties with my own computer and my brother is about as tempermental about letting me use his computer as a just-out-of-hibernation grizzly bear.

Christmas. Such a happy happy fun-fun-fun time for many little kiddies out there in the world. Well, twas alright as well as New Years, but it definetly hit an al time low this year, for both holidays.

Mom 'n Dad got me an Apple, I received one of my favorite books, and procured 80 bucks worth of spending monies. Yay!

That's definetly not the bad part. Right during Christmas Dinner, my gut starts wrenching. Now me, bein a female and bein late, I figure " Oh, it's just menstral. Finnally I'll start and get this PMS shit all over with for another month."

No can do unfortunetly. The next day, it's worse. I'm talkin to my Sister and it comes back threefold and it's like, "OH MA GAWD it hurts to hurt! " Seriously. It hurt so bad, I couldn't walk, sit upright, lay down on my stomach or back, laugh, cry, or anything that moved my stomach. I had no appetite ( Come to think of it, I still don't, but any who ) and was just about ready to rip out my right overy.

I agreed hat I would ask my Mom to take me to the Doc's office the next day if it hurt any worse, or continued hurting, or I pitched a fever. So, I got to bed and the next day rolls around.

Guess what. It still bloody hurts! T-T I was gettin sick of this. I asked Mom if she would take me to the Doc's office, cause it hurt so bad. And I'm not normally a wuss at pain. I'll whine about it, but it doesn't really hinder me. This was bad enough to where I could barely shuffle, let alone walk and I couldn't stand except almoost completely bent over. So. We go to the Doctor. It takes an hour of waiting the the waiting room, I'm sick to my stomach, cause I havn't eaten since about 1:30, and that was somthin small and it's now about 4:30 at the tiem of entry. I get called back at about 5:30, see the Doc at about 6:00.

They do a urinary test and basically say " We have no clue what's wrong with you, got to the hospital. "

So off we go to the hospital ER, I sign in while Mom parks and gingerly sit down, watching the slow hustle and bustle of the ER. You'd think the ER would be more.... emergancy like.... Anyway! Another hour and a half of waiting in there until the nurse calls and I get registrated. Then another 30 minutes until they call me back to have bood drawn to do a blood test. By now, it's nearing 8:30.

Then about 30 minutes until they ake me into a little room to watch TV all by myself with my mom. Ironicly, we watched ER in the ER at 9:00 at night. Well, after ER, so around 30 more minutes, I go and have the CT done. ( They make you drink this AWEFUL, NASTY, Shake like crap to help you take the scan better, then inject you wit Iodine to make your organs light up and the CT machine TALKS TO YOU. e3e )

5 minutes of needle jabbing, CT ickyness and the nasty taste in my mouth from the Iodine and I can't have a glass of water. I specifically ask for one to. T_T; I COULDN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DRINK AT ALL!!!

So they admit me to the hospital at about 10:30, get me into the pediatric ward ( I'm only 16 yah know ) and put me in bed. I'm hooked up to an IV so I don't dehydrate -rolls her eyes- and so I don't starve. I go into a nice fretful sleep after Mom brings me some clean things to wear, call up my sister, whose at her Dad's and tell her I'm in the hospital and I've got a meetin with the doc at about noon. So two meals come and go, and I'm wondering when the fuck I'm gunna get some food. I mean seriously. I was starving by then and hadn't eaten in almost 24 hours.

So I'm lounging around, sleeping and watching TV in a hospital bed, getting injected with an IV and slowly starving. WHAT FUN. So yeah, I'm seen by the Doc around noon while Momma's eatin and stuffs and he prods me REALLY hard RIGHT where it hurts. I mean, COME ON, if a person shows you where it hurts and you prod them vigorously there, that's gunna make it hurt worse, right? RIGHT?!

Anywho! 20 minutes later I'm in a wheel chair headed to go get an Unltrasound done. And I swear, when I'm in pain, I'm not going near one of those machines.

THOSE THINGS BLOODY F-IN HURT!!!!

Then they tell me, it's a Cyst and it's the size of a Tennis ball. In. my. stomach. So they're gunna go in, find out what's wrong and fix it. I get sliced open at 4:00. Still not a single crumb of food. I swear, I started crying as soon as he left.

It's detramental to your mental health when you are forced to not eat. Found that out the hard way.

Anyway, I go in for surgury around 4:00 - 4:30. It's cold, I'm freezing in my little paper hospital gown, I'm being whisked along in a wheelchair, so drowsy and half asleep it's not funny.

They let me set in a hospital bed for about 15 minutes, then push me to the operating room.

It is very bright, contrary to popular beleif. They have special lights and stuff, but the room isn't dimmed at all. Well, at least before they cut you open. I dunno about the during surgery part. But yeah, I managed to get three guys on the staff, so they had to pull in a woman nurse to make sure I wasn't raped on the operating table.
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So they inject me with some freaky shit that starts burning in my arm so bad I'm hissing and they put a little plasticy beach ball smelling mask over my nose and that's making me cough so badly, my arm's shaking, so it hurts even worse.

Then....
Blackout.

I wake up in the recovery room with two nurses who are mother's of people I know. So I'm all loopy and shit and I call out to them, askin for my mom. Pause. fast forward!

WE're goin down the hallway and I'm all like " They moved me into a different room. Oh there's mom!" And when we get inside the room and I'm laying on the bed ( With my contacts out, so everything's blurry ) I'm all like " What's on the wall paper Momma? " "Flowers" "The colours are pretty. So are the drapes. Pretty colours. I like this room. No more icky teddy bears. "
Pause. Fast foreward.

Yay, staying ANOTHER night at the hospital. Can't have any for for three hours after the surgery. Wh00T JELLO!!!!!!

Yeah. I had 3 cups of Jello and a popsicle. Then I had a ground beef steak, Mashed Taters, more Jello, Green beans, and some tea before being discharged.

So I get home and 6 days later (Today) I go to get my staples out. And then they tape me up. And now I'm here.


Typing away, telling you this story you're probably not going to read all the way through because it's boring to you and you don't care.

Or maybe not.
Anywho.

I'm much better now, so whee!
-spins in a circle-

Have a happy day, Belated Marry Christmawanakanza, Happy New year, and have a wonderful 2008.

<3~ Al

Today, I am in such a horrid mood. It's because of multiple things actually....

1st: Tonight was the last night of the musical South Pacific that my school was performing. Well, as always, the last show is pretty tearful and I was practically bawling throughout the whole show. No one could see me through
;3
I was in all black and backstage moving heavy set pieces. Meh.

2nd: I almost got into a big fight with my sister at the cast party because it's our Junior year and niether of us is ready for it to go by and we only have about 4 months left until school is out and our Senior friends are graduating. Last year, I really only have 3 or 4 close friends who graduatied. Now, it's like, 9 or 10 that are graduating and the both of us are so far down in the dumps it's not funny.

and 3rd:

I hit a possum on my way home from the cast party, which in itself was pretty unnerving. All I see is the bright pink lights of the attrocious wanna be Christmas display in a neighbor's yard out of the corner of my eye and I hear this THUMP THUMP. I turn around, stopping in the middle of the road thinking " HOLY SHIT I JUST HIT A KID " and I see this animal thrashing in the middle of the road. I turn the car around and shine my headlights on it and it's thrashing and squealing in pain, and it was just too much.

e3e

Today sucked.

;-; - Al

About 4 or 5 weeks late.....

Now I am back.
So to those that missed me, HELLO!!!


To those that didn't.
Well, poop on you.
T_T