Green when summer's here.

My advice, I guess, to anyone that can't opt out of mouth related surgery is to never, ever feel nauseous. Ever. I learned the hard way that nausea is a slippery slope from which you are virtually guaranteed not to return. And it was undoubtedly the most unpleasant experience I've had in quite a while. I thought the roof of my mouth was going to split open.

And so I'm off the pain medication. And all of it, basically. I still have to take the antibiotics, but I really don't want to. I'm just done with all of it. I'm ready to be normal again, I think.

Like, can I just be put into a coma for the next few months?

I suppose all of this will help me build character. And speaking of characters, I'm hoping that a change up in my medications will let me rise to my normal operative level so that I can get back to writing my story. Every time I sit down to work on it, all my energy and focus just seems to fade away and all I'm left with is a horrible headache.

Every time I do anything, really.

Comments

Carolynn said…

Jeez, don't even think about crying. That shit will eff you up.

Insert reassurance that everything will go back to normal and you will be just fine in due time here.

December 23, 2009 at 2:49 AM

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