purtyful.

I’m never the girl.

Always a/that/some girl…

Blue by Big Bang (UG Cover)

Misheard lyrics to O Fortuna

I made the mistake of watching this with a healing stomach. Laughed so hard I’m crying.

Post-Op update

(Source: milkysexxx)

Honey, I’m home!

I had to arrive at the hospital at 6 am (ick). I was second in line for the surgery. Before going in, I could hear the first lady as she was leaving the O.R. She was crying pretty pard. It didn’t really scare me; guess her pain tolerance isn’t that great. Just before the anesthesia got me, it was 9:42 am.

While in recovery I got to sip on some water. Did a few trips up and down the hall of the recovery room. One of the nurses gave me some broth, jello, tea and cranberry juice. I took a few sips of the super watered down broth and a couple bites of jello. I made sure to take small sips/bites. I felt right away it was making me nauseous, so I stopped and laid back down for a few minutes. I got back up and walked some more then went to the little girls room.

My pain tolerance was low, voided my bladder, and since I was able to take in water without problems I was allowed to leave. Left the hospital at 1:45 pm.

I just woke up from a mini nap. My pain is becoming a little more noticeable, so my bro went to get my prescription. The gas isn’t bad (yet, or maybe not?). I’ve been getting my walk on around the house.

Chicken broth never tasted so good.

I decided to take my “before” pictures and all I can say is, “…” I couldn’t say anything. But I could feel my jaw dropping. My face said it all. I’m slightly amazed how much you can hide under clothing.

I don’t want to ever see my body like this ever again, until I have to look at those “before” pictures a year from now.

Finally

I finally feel something: I’m nervous. My surgery is tomorrow morning and I finally feel something about it. In general, I have a hard time envisioning myself days, months, years from now, whether it’s academic goals, career goals, or life in general. So, I’m nervous because I can’t picture what will happen after the surgery.

I guess this is why I find it hard to believe in anything anymore. I have to see it to believe it.

Selena Gomez does a parody of 50 Shades of Grey - lololol

Hm…

I was told last week that someone would call me Monday (today) and give me my instructions for my surgery day and what time I had to be at the hospital. It’s 5:45 PM (PST) and I haven’t gotten a phone call.

Should I be concerned?