Not fixed yet; shit happened, and my doctor's calling me with a date soon.

Also, my mom is awesome, my boyfriend is awesome, my boyfriend's mom is awesome, and we're celebrating her birthday tomorrow.

I just got a bill from the motherfuckers that hurt me this spring.

They want me to pay for the visit that left me with flashbacks and worse.

I get fixed on the 15th, people!

PAR-TAY, in my honor. I command it.

Okay, so it's weird when there's progress but it's all internal and there isn't an obvious, quantifiable thing I can point to and say "HAH, I'm getting better, bitches ( Read more... )

I think I need a little gnome with an MD who can watch my nipples 24/7 and tell me every 5 minutes that they aren't infected and are healing fine so I don't worry for no reason.

-Boyfriend

Dear Tires ( Read more... )

So, I hear a lot about how "we were all kids once" and that people should judge each individual kid as a person and not dislike them all. You know, that it's offensive to hate kids.

To clarify:

( If strong anti-child sentiment will make you cry tears, don't click. )

"Oh, so you don't just want hips that don't lie, you want hips that SCREAM the TRUTH." - Boyfriend

Minor shot of adrenaline = Remember that I used to be functionally intelligent ( Read more... )

We are assuming Endometriosis, and will probably be starting me on cow ovaries.

Also: Got a pedicure. @_@ My legs are happy and my toenails are pretty!