I got my appendix removed!
It was all very exciting, really. The pain became unbearable around 12:15 on Monday morning. I told my parents, and we went to an emergency center. I was there for about three or four hours, strung out on pain medication. I had my first ever CAT scan, and told my mother what I planned to name my children (Celeste and Robb, if you wanted to know.) My very nice doctor told me they were moving me to a hospital to get my appendix removed, and I waited 20 minutes for the paramedics to arrive and cart me off to the hospital in an ambulance! That was also a first for me. We got to the hospital around 5 a.m. and another nice nurse gave me morphine, which knocked me out. I had surgery at noon. The last thing I remember is being asked to breathe deeply, and I woke up with a mask on my face. It sufficiently freaked me out, and I started crying. They gave me little nose things instead to keep my oxygen levels up, and I got to go back to my room. The nurse, named Amber if you were curious, gave me Hydrocodone and Tylenol, and I passed out off and on until 8:30, when my doctor released me from the hospital. And here I am a week later!
I can't lift anything heavier than 10 pounds, take a bath or get in a pool, or exercise strenuously for 6 weeks. I'm not allowed to drive for another week. I can roll onto my side with minimal discomfort now, and I can eat normal portions of food. It's all very exciting and I hope I never have to go through surgery again. Or at least not for a very long time.
Things are better back at home. I'm mending things with my Mom, slowly though. I think there's still some resentment between us but I'm working on it. I've got one more test to take before I get certified to teach. My friends are all talking to me and I had a great day at church. As a side note, Happy Easter!
I'm a little nervous because my Marine friend is coming home this Friday and I'll be allowed to talk to him on a regular basis. I'm afraid I've put him on this pedestal, idealized him and made him something he's not. Also I've only been around him a total of three times so...it's a little early to be thinking about what he looks like naked, right?
Well maybe not too early for that. I mean, I'm only human and he is incredibly attractive. But a relationship? Yeah, it's too early for that kind of thinking. Besides, he might not dig fat chicks, as his best friend has so lovingly reminded me every chance he gets. The point is he's coming home and I'm a little scared. I want him to like me so much it's ridiculous. I want to go out with him and hold his hand and have hot steamy sex with him but also be able to have cutesy moments where he tucks my hair back behind my ear or kisses my neck and wraps his arms around me from behind. I want him to sing with me even though he thinks he has a horrible voice and in return I'll let him pull me out on the dance floor even though I can't dance. I want late night cuddle sessions and Disney movie marathons despite his dislike of them. I want to watch action movies and make out to Ed Sheeran and fall asleep on his chest even though I snore like a bear, but he won't mind because he loves me. I want to wake up to him playing with my hands and running his fingers through my hair. I want him to smile at me in the mornings and kiss me when I least expect it and take me places romantic and fun and peaceful. I want so much and I can see it when I close my eyes and it's scary because he fits into my fantasy so easily even though I've only met him a few times.
Wow, that was really sappy, forgive me. But then again, I'm a pretty sappy person. Anyway, that's what's been going on in my head for the past week. Sorry for putting you through that last paragraph, really.
I'm going to bed!
Later, babes.
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