I got the surgery. So i've got all the prescribed things-- ativan, valium, and percocet in me right now. Defsldkjfasdlfj. I also have a big hole in my mouth. I'm really out of it. I'm thinking real crazy. Typing is very hard. I'll write later. fdlaksjfa. ---- ((EDIT)) I wrote that right when I got home from surgery. Heh funy thing-- I dont recall doing that AT ALL. Anyway, here's the more I said I'd write. So Rachel's grad party, which was on the 18th, turned into a house party. Nearly 20 drunk kids were passed out around my house during the night. And where was I? Up in bed burning up with a fever. I caught some mean virus with a million sucky symptoms. Just my luck. It really sucked, but thankfully I had some amazing friends willing to help me out through the night. A big thanks to Noob, boyle and Katie. The next morning I had to work. I tried my hardest to duke it out. Meanwhile, I was basicaly passing out the whole time. I was assigned to scrub the year old 'guck' inbetween the table cracks. I was okay for three hours. And by okay I mean sick as hell- but still surviving. But then-- My fever got so high that my eyes went bloodshot. It wasn't fun. I had to leave an hour early because I was just too sick. 10:00 the next day. Still really sick. Mom gives me an Ativan. I get really relaxed. Before you know it, I'm getting shot up with valium and being hooked up to laughing gas. I woke up about three times during the surgery. I'm calmly talking to these doctors while they are digging around my mouth for a tooth. Kind of funny. I wake up in a different room. I'm talking to my mom about scrambled eggs. My shirt is covered in blood and i'm laughing at that too. I'm repeating everyone's questions. I remain drugged up for the next few hours. Laughing and enjoying the drugs. I start to get more clearheaded. I find out there is a big fucking hole in my mouth. Right under my tongue. It's the most annoying thing in the world. The aftermath of the surgery starts kicking in. It hurts like a bitch. On top of that, i still feel terrible. The next four days of my life will be spent laying on a couch. My stomach will become full of pills (antibiotics, pain, and anti-inflamation ones). I will watch about 20 movies, maybe more. From Power Rangers to Easy Rider. I will eat ridiculous amounts of pudding. I will start to feel crappier and crappier--- mentally and physically. Lonely. Bored. Uncomfortable. Ugly. Moodiness is a big side effect of alot of the medicine I am on. Yeah, I will randomly start to cry. I will have to convince myself not to take medicine I don't need. I'm honestly pathetic. This just really sucks. Really bad. I told my mom I didn't want to have this done and she made me. I hate this. And worse-- this tooth exposure could weeks to a year to complete. If this takes a year-- this is not worth it. This sucks. I said that already didn't I? If it weren't for my family and some friends, keeping me company, and making me feel somewhat important by helping me out and giving me presents (like my dear big sister Renee did)... I would have lost it. Thanks guys. --- Can't wait to enjoy my summer again..