| Current mood: |  pissed off |
| Current music: | Genma no Digik~DiGi Charat |
Wow, long time no update. Sorry about that but I have been having an on-going struggle with my health lately. I went to my family doctor about a week ago you know because I was having my usal vomit spouts and for some reason it pings in my moms head that this isint normal so she tells robert to take me to the doctor. Well we go, he checks my tummy out and then sends me to a local surgon just down the road because he thought my appendix was acting funky and since I have been having these vomit spurts for the past few years now, them only getting worse as the days go on, he thought this was a symptom that my appendix might burst. Oh joy. So we go to the surgon and he basically does the same thing my family doctor does only he asks me some personal questions that really stunned me like, "do you ever get this bitter taste in your mouth out of no where?" "Even though your an adolecent do you get heartburn even when you don't eat anything?" stuff like this has been my situation exactly so he put me in bay medical. Great. Just great. Those fucking people had no idea what the hell they were doing. They were poking me with anything and everything just to squeese some blood into a tube and one of those bastards hit a nerve and now i'm temporarly fucking paralyzed in my right hand. That stupid bitch poked me with the fucking needle and was like, "I don't see why you are screaming like that, i'm not even moving it." turdball, I should sue her. So then when all of their airheaded nurses got tired of poking me they finally got a real live surgon in there and he was like "heh, your veins are way too tiny for us to get to, were gonna have to go for your neck, ever had stitches?" uh no I havint actually. Yeah I wasint the kid who rode their bike into a mud puddle when they were 4. I played with my dollies and drank my milk and this is what happens to those people who ate their veggies. Sheesh, well after starving me for 2 days, taking more tests in a day then I had taken in all my life, and assuring about 40 people that I wasint pregnant that my period is just 10 days late, my family doctor comes into my room Saturday morning all bright and cheerful and goes, "ah Heather! Guess what? Your gallbladder is only working 9% of it's 100% potiential ratio. You should have it taken out. " Okay, well later that day the surgon comes in and he's all like, "We should only do surgery if it's absolutly necessary, if you can get through this week okay and then after then you should be fine ok?" So after having an episode of muscel spasms and crying spells I got discharged and now it's just like every time I get up to go do something, if I stand in one place for too long I either get sick or I get extremely light headed and make myself sit down. So my mom is all like "IM TAKING YOU TO THE ER @ GULF COAST ASAP!!!" until I calmed her down and assured her that I wasint going to spontaniously combust. It was so nice while I was in the hospital though, the church sent me this big basket of flowers that were so pretty! Robert got me some roses with a butterfly and candy (that I could not eat until I went home). My mom got me a cute pink rose, one of the ladies from the church got me another rose, and another lady got me a benie baby. Crystal got me a cute CD case for all my burned CDs and DVDs which was really sweet of her. I'm glad everyone has been so nice and caring. Too bad my mom is just going spastic. I donno, it's just sometimes it feels like I am right on the edge of throwing up again, then it feels like everything is alright and I should have gone to school. It goes on and off like that all day. More than likely I will be finding myself in another hospital bed tonight or looking at my once-attached gallbladder so I probally won't get another update in for a long time. Toodles!
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