I'm supposed to be keeping track of a food diary and all, because I have this eating disorder and everything and my doctor wanted me to record what i've been eating during my recovery. Not much... Don't worry, it's not a super huge deal, but it's an eating disorder all the same.
Thursday, March 15:
Strawberry-banana yogurt cup -accidently threw up from taking a Percocet. My bad.
Jamsine rice.
Vanilla pudding.
Water.
Sprite.
Friday, March 16:
Vanilla pudding.
Jasmine rice.
Water.
Fruit smoothie.
Saturday, March 17:
Jasmine rice.
Rice Pilaf.
Blackberry yogurt.
Pinacolada popsicle.
Water.
Sunday, March 18:
Blueberry muffin.
Vanilla pudding.
Water.
Jasmine rice.
Monday, March 19:
Jasmine rice.
Jasmine rice.
Jasmine rice.
Pretzel golfish -I couldn't take it anymore! Took around an hour to consume a whole bowl.
Water.
Fruit smoothie.
Tuesday, March 20:
Jasmine rice with cinnamon.
Mac'n'cheese.
Water.
Vanilla pudding.
Banana.
Wednesday, March 21:
To be decided....
SORRY! This was pretty boring, but whatever. Doctor's request. Peace out, girl scout.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Wisdom Teeth Extraction Surgery. Weee.
So, I had a surgery on Thursday. Yippie. So fun, I know. And to make it even more fun, the surgery involved having these beautiful things called wisdom teeth cut out of my gums. Ooo, so exciting!
Around 10:00 in the morning, I went in for my operation. I was super cool, calm, and collected on the outside, but on the inside I was screaming "GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!" The fat old nurse in the corner must have sensed my inward feelings, because she gave me a heaping dose of "oxygen" to calm me down. This oxygen, you ask, well, it was nothing short of Laughing Gas. Now, if you've never had the experience of using Laughing Gas, I suggest you keep it that way. At first, it wasn't that bad, but then the room started spinning and I felt like I was falling. Ohh, and the beepy thing that measures your heart rate was beeping out of control. I was having a panic attack. Funzies. This lasted for about a minute before I sat up and swatted the death machine off my face. The doctor came in, he looked kinda pissed at the fat nurse. I don't remember much after that.
An hour or so later, though it felt more like seconds, I woke up with my mom and that damn fat nurse standing over me. Let me tell you, I was not okay with that. If you've never had the joys of being under anethesia, I will tell you, it's not a fun ride. You are groggy and pissy and scared. Ohh man, I was SO scared. I didn't know where I was, I didn't realize that I just had a surgery. So what did I do? I had another panic attack. Weee. Somehow, someway, I got into my mom's SUV. Longest ride home. Ever. I mean, it's only like a five minute drive from the Oral Surgeon's to my house, but it felt like ten years. I don't remember much. My mom told me that I had called her a bitch on multiple occasions and had asked her to stab me with the kitchen knife when we got home. She just said I was being selfish.
The doctor perscribed me to this lovely little pill called Percocet. Percy and I, we're the best of friends. Until I made the mistake of taking it with a yogurt cup. BLEHHHH. We all know what happened after that.... But it ended up being okay. Percy and I are still on the same team. Damn I love that little pill.
I slept a lot. I cussed a lot. I threw things around a lot. And I was STARVING. I mean, starving. But, you can't really eat much after oral surgery. I could probably only hand liquid food, considering my mouth wouldn't open more than a centimeter. Ohh, and talk about the blood! But we won't go there. All in all, it was just a lovely fucking day.
If you've never had your wisdom teeth taken out and need to, well, good luck!
Around 10:00 in the morning, I went in for my operation. I was super cool, calm, and collected on the outside, but on the inside I was screaming "GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!" The fat old nurse in the corner must have sensed my inward feelings, because she gave me a heaping dose of "oxygen" to calm me down. This oxygen, you ask, well, it was nothing short of Laughing Gas. Now, if you've never had the experience of using Laughing Gas, I suggest you keep it that way. At first, it wasn't that bad, but then the room started spinning and I felt like I was falling. Ohh, and the beepy thing that measures your heart rate was beeping out of control. I was having a panic attack. Funzies. This lasted for about a minute before I sat up and swatted the death machine off my face. The doctor came in, he looked kinda pissed at the fat nurse. I don't remember much after that.
An hour or so later, though it felt more like seconds, I woke up with my mom and that damn fat nurse standing over me. Let me tell you, I was not okay with that. If you've never had the joys of being under anethesia, I will tell you, it's not a fun ride. You are groggy and pissy and scared. Ohh man, I was SO scared. I didn't know where I was, I didn't realize that I just had a surgery. So what did I do? I had another panic attack. Weee. Somehow, someway, I got into my mom's SUV. Longest ride home. Ever. I mean, it's only like a five minute drive from the Oral Surgeon's to my house, but it felt like ten years. I don't remember much. My mom told me that I had called her a bitch on multiple occasions and had asked her to stab me with the kitchen knife when we got home. She just said I was being selfish.
The doctor perscribed me to this lovely little pill called Percocet. Percy and I, we're the best of friends. Until I made the mistake of taking it with a yogurt cup. BLEHHHH. We all know what happened after that.... But it ended up being okay. Percy and I are still on the same team. Damn I love that little pill.
I slept a lot. I cussed a lot. I threw things around a lot. And I was STARVING. I mean, starving. But, you can't really eat much after oral surgery. I could probably only hand liquid food, considering my mouth wouldn't open more than a centimeter. Ohh, and talk about the blood! But we won't go there. All in all, it was just a lovely fucking day.
If you've never had your wisdom teeth taken out and need to, well, good luck!
Friday, March 16, 2012
Bad Habbits Never Die
Okay, so, as you probably don't know, I have a slight OCD problem. I like to delete anything and everything that bothers me or don't like anymore. It's kind of a problem... So, it got to a point where I got up and deleted all my old blog posts, because I just didn't like them or I dunno, whatever. Yup. Now those are all gone. Sorry not sorry.
This is my first post on the newish blog and I hope you enjoy future posts to come. Alright bro. Seeyabye.
This is my first post on the newish blog and I hope you enjoy future posts to come. Alright bro. Seeyabye.
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