This is my eighteeneth post. I went thrifting yesterday with my dear friend Kirsten. We drove out to Bay City (were the best thrift shops live) whilst listening to some of the best Ani DiFranco has ever written. I almost threw up twice. Once in the car anc once in the thrift shop. There is this nasty stuff in my mouth from "my oral surgery" and I can't seem to stop it. It's draining down the back of my throat and is all gross. The stiches don't help much as they are two long and I feel like I have whiskers in my mouth. Everytime I talk I have to put them back in place with my tongue, which does not help with the gross tasting stuff staying away from my tongue. I look like a chipmunk, or an Inuit women, or a Natalie who has had her ears boxed. I also have a big bruise on my arm from the IV. In general, I have looked better. I have pink roses from my mom though, so I think I can find the strength to carry on.
Mom suggested we go out to breakfast, I patted my swallon cheeks and she was like "oh, oh yeah." Thanks mom. ^_^
Posted by Deke at December 31, 2003 10:11 AM