Tonsillectomy

I abhor hospitals. The sterile stench of hospital equipment makes me sick. The rooms are depressing. The stiff beds and miniscule television with four working channels are not enough to keep anyone comfortable. To make matters worse, if you put all of that negativity into one ball, and add terrible service, you've got yourself one crappy hospital stay.

Alright so yesterday, October 21, 2008, I had my tonsils removed. For some time, I had been suffering from a group of small crevices in my tonsils which not only looked disgusting, but also gathered some disgusting things. Every time I ate something, particles of food would get stuck in the crevices and days later I would hack up small greenish-yellow balls of stinky proportions. Yeah... the food WAS rotting in my throat. Disgusting, huh? Not only that, but I would also find myself suffering from a series of throat infections throughout the year which was very annoying. It got worse when I started hacking up the small balls of nastiness at work AND at school and so I decided that it was time for me to get my tonsils removed.

I refuse to go into the details of what happened during my stay at the hospital because it was long and grueling with some of the worst hospital service I had ever witnessed, but I will say that my mother is super mom AND that the medicine I was given was wonderful.

I am thankfully home now and my throat feels as if I have swallowed a series of hard cookie crumbs that have lodged themselves where my tonsils used to be, and my legs and butt cheeks are in a lot of pain from being in bed for two days straight, but other than that, I am glad to be home. I'm still getting great medicine AND I get to eat chocolate pudding, chocolate ice cream, and strawberry Jello without having to feel guilty about it at all. I now also have time to stay home and relax which is something I have not been able to do for some time now due to a few problems I have had at home, and being busy with school and work. I think I'll start on my writing and possibly level my character to 70 before Wrath of the Lich King comes out.

Till then...

My Acquaintance

Ann is an acquaintance. I dislike her. I've known her all of my life and wish I never knew her at all. We lost touch for some time but I have been seeing her a lot more lately, much to my dismay. I've been seeing her so much that it's almost as if we are very close. Almost as if she and I were the same person.

Anyway, Ann writes. She wrote this and I decided I would post it.



I am my own tormentor.
My imperfections plague
me, constantly clouding my
mind, urging my hatred towards
who I am and what I look like.

My feelings and thoughts are
meaningless streams of nothing
that flow regrettably through my
life as a constant reminder of how
much of a nuisance I am to myself
and to everyone I know.

The light in me is slowly fading.
Darkness clouds my visions, turning
my dreams into ridiculous ideas I
crumple up and throw away, never
bringing them back.

My life is a constant nightmare.
Loneliness overwhelms me on a
constant basis. No one really knows
who I am though I am sure they would
hate the reality as much as they already
hate the mask I now wear.

I have no one.
There is only me.
A pity... since I can't even stand my own
company.

Happiness is nothing but a cruel lie,
enticing me at first with the warmth of his
touch, his kind words, but he takes it all
away with his thoughtless actions which
speaks volumes to me. He is a lie.
I am a lie.

I am forgettable.
No one remembers me or cares to
acknowledge that I even exist. I am
an embarrassment of the worst kind.
A girl not worth knowing.

Hideous.
Dumb.
Annoying.
Dull.

Me in a nutshell.

Loneliness is a well known friend of mine.
I welcome him begrudgingly.