I Like Soap

I went to the Hospital last Friday to get some bloodwork done in preparation for my Wisdom Tooth surgery this Friday. It wasn't so bad this time, either. I was sitting in the waiting room, starting to get worked up, but then the cutest Corgi dog came in with its owner and started sniffering me. The nurse holding the leash even gave me a treat to give to him; it was so cute! (Corgi's legs are soooo short! haha).

His visit made me forget how awful hospitals are. Then I had an interview with a nurse to get my medical background info. It was pretty dull. Then I had to get my blood drawn, but it wasn't so bad this time. I didn't even freak out. I was just jammin' out to my D.Gray-Man music, and the nurse stuck me with the needle. I got to see my vials of blood afterword this time, which was also cool.

Then I was off to another nurse's office thinger where she asked me more medical background stuff, and told me how to prepare for the surgery. I laughed every time they asked me if I "use any recreational drugs". I just think it's a funny term.

p.s. I'm blogging at school, and my hands smell really good. I like soap.

I Can Go the Distance

I feel much better than I did on Wednesday. My surgery has been re-scheduled for the end of the month, and most else is going well.

I was sitting in school today listening to Disney music on my i-pod, and the song "I Can Go the Distance" from Hercules came on. I never noticed before how much better it makes me feel when I listen to it. (Maybe I noticed because I was feeling so down before. Who knows.)

I find it kind of funny though, because I was playing 358 days over 2 yesterday, and I was owning Heartless in Olympus Colloseum. Maybe Hercules and I should be pals.

Thank you, internet, for listening to my rambles.

p.s. Brendan Fraser is my home-boy. ( + <3 Erika )

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So yesterday turned from a good day to a bad day in a matter of moments. Why? Well, everything was going great from the night before: I had gotten an acceptance letter from my top-choice college, and I was feelin' good. True, I was supposed to get my wisdom teeth out on Wednesday, but it was something I couldn't avoid, so I didn't want to feel sad about it.

I got home from school yesterday and was chilling on the computer for a bit. I think I was watching random youtube videos or something. Then, I started to half-listen to a conversation my mom was having on the telephone. Believe it or not, I'm actually quite good a eavesdropping. While half-listening, I noticed that the conversation was about me, or more specifically, about my wisdom tooth surgery. I sat in my office and started listening intently to the half of the conversation I was hearing from the next room. Before it was even over, I could tell what was going on.

My surgery was being canceled. Again. I started to feel sick. You need to understand, I've been waiting to get this surgery for a year and a half. It has been scheduled and re-scheduled at least three times. I NEED to get my wisdom teeth out! They're impacted, and I've got an extra tooth! Not getting them removed is making my TMJ worse! My jaw hurts.

I wouldn't be as upset as I am if the re-scheduling was unavoidable, but that isn't the case. The ONLY reason it was re-scheduled was because the Surgical Center I was supposed to get it done at did not contact my family until YESTERDAY AFTERNOON, THE DAY BEFORE MY SURGERY, to tell us that there was a problem. It's complicated, but long story short, my health insurance provider did not want to pay for my surgery, (side note: why the f--- not, that's what I want to know), and the center told my mom that we needed to show up with something like $2000 cash when we went in for the surgery the next day.

Stop. Who the hell has $2000 cash lying around? Not me!

My mom had no choice but to cancel. After a flurry of phone calls, she was able to get me another wisdom tooth removal appointment for me, at the Hospital this time, which better work out, or I don't know what. Third time's the charm?

All in all, yesterday sucked. Why? I got ass-raped by the Surgical Center.