soo no cancer. YAY! everyone rejoice.
and now bask in the glory of my whining.
Hidden behind an lj-cut so the happy go lucky, positive beings of the world don't have to read it.
The next person who acts like I'm an idiot when I have to act things out gets a punch to the face. No seriously. I can't fucking talk. I can't even open my mouth more than two inches.
I can however stick my middle finger straight up into the air and give you a salute. Which is what I shall take to doing.
Throat surgery does affect your ears. That means I am effectively deaf and mute right now. No, this does not mean my intelligence has dropped off.
asking me to say things and then laughing when I can't is not funny. It's not "cute" that I can't even whisper right now. I hate it and you. I have about enough voice to tell Eric I love him everynight and that's a much better use than saying a couple words so you can make fun of my squeaky voice.
I know I can't talk much when you come to visit. I'm still supposed to have someone in the apt with me until I get to the point where I can walk by myself and remember to take my meds.