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2007-03-11 17:05:52 ET So, Friday I go in for my surgery. I get to have my gallbladder removed, fun, fun, fun. I keep telling myself I will only be laid up for a few days but everyone keeps telling me it will be a week or so. I can't miss school, and I can't miss work! I will have someone wheel me in if I have to, not fucking joking... I am glad about the surgery, which means no more pain. Fucking gallstones and gallattacks, which apparently are compared to heart attacks on the pain level. Well apparently I handle pain well because its been going on for more then a year. It is incapacitating and I feel like I want to die when one hits, but it always fades. On a lighter note, I really dig this guy. He really digs me too, but we are not official yet. But that's ok. I think its up to me when we will become "official" but I've said it before and I will say it again, I really don't want to screw this up. I really care about him. He is so amazing and makes me feel all tingly. It's so awesome. |
