Hello.

Something I think about a lot is the fact people still judge other people based on how they look. How big someone’s nose is, how high someone’s cheekbones are, how defined someone’s jawline is, how big someone’s eyes are, etc.

It’s not like people can control a lot of aspects about their attractiveness without spending money on expensive plastic surgery. And yet we still judge people based on their DNA.

How fucked up is that.

My roommate is a fucking disgrace of a human being.

In the latest of her fucking shenanigans, she conveniently forgets to tell me she subletted her room in our apartment to some random girl. Thus resulting in me freaking out when I hear unfamiliar voices in my fucking apartment. I EVEN ASKED HER BEFORE I LEFT FOR THE SUMMER IF SHE WAS SUBLETTING AND SHE DIDN’T EVEN REPLY I AM SO FUCKING MAD.

Post-Op Experiences

My surgery was at 8:20 am on Friday morning and I was able to go home at 11:30 am. My first day back actually wasn’t too bad because I was still on the painkillers that they gave me and the area around the incision was numbed. However, I couldn’t really get into and out of bed by myself, I had to walk around hunched over because my abdomen felt like it was punched over and over, and I had no appetite. It also extremely hurt to pee because of that damn catheter, so it felt like I was peeing glass and fire, which extremely sucked because they gave me a bunch of fluids so I had to pee every half an hour and it made me not want to drink anything.

The next day, Saturday, was far, far worse. I woke up around 6 am because I needed to pee, except without any help, I couldn’t get out of bed easily. So stupidly, I tried to get out of bed by myself…which was one of the most painful experiences in the world. The numbness around my incision had worn off so I could feel everything. Peeing still hurt a little, but it was a lot better. I still walked around like a hunchback because my abdomen was still really sore. In the morning, I walked around like a zombie because I was in so much pain. And then I had to sneeze, which was another one of my most painful experiences. My appetite hadn’t come back yet, so I didn’t feel like eating anything, and on top of that, I felt like I had so much gas building up inside and seemingly no way to release it, so I had to ask my boyfriend to burp me like a baby. Embarrassing, yes I know. In the afternoon, my doctor told me I could remove the dressing and take a shower, which was really scary. I was worried the surgical tape would come off or that water would get into the incision and sting, or somehow the incision was going to get infected. Basically it was a terrifying experience.

Sunday was significantly better. There was still pain, but I could walk slightly less hunched. It was also easier getting into and out of bed and walking down the stairs. Laughing, coughing, sneezing all still significantly hurts, but I’ve been semi-successful in controlling that. Peeing is now pain-free and my constipation is finally gone. My parents said that color was coming back to my face, so that was good. I was also in a better mood considering I now had the ability to poop again. My appetite has also come back and things are looking up! Showering the second time was a lot less stressful, since we had a family friend come over and tell me that nothing bad could happen as long as I don’t do anything stupid. We also got gauze pads to pat the incision clean, which we didn’t have yesterday, so that was good too. I also started drinking more fluids and felt a lot better.

This might be super TMI, but wow does it feel good to have a bowel movement again.

Don’t take it for granted, guys. Constipation ruins lives.

Surgery this morning. This was pre-op. Look how happy and relatively pain-free I look…

I had surgery on my lower abdomen, and that is all I will say about that.

Now recuperating at home, thanks to my wonderful family and amazing boyfriend who had to help me get out of bed to pee every half an hour. Sigh.

Surgery this morning. This was pre-op. Look how happy and relatively pain-free I look…

I had surgery on my lower abdomen, and that is all I will say about that.

Now recuperating at home, thanks to my wonderful family and amazing boyfriend who had to help me get out of bed to pee every half an hour. Sigh.

If you need a TV show to watch and you like action/scifi/mystery, watch Warehouse 13. The special effects might seem a little corny (like Doctor Who), but it is really funny and one of my favorite TV shows.

The series finale was honestly one of the best finales I have ever watched. So beautiful. But you need to get through 5 seasons first.

I see certain people on Facebook with like 200+ likes on some picture of them or on some status update and I think “oh wow, they must be pretty and nice and popular…”
And then I compare it to all of my crap on Facebook and I’m pretty sure for the last three years, the highest number of likes I’ve gotten on a picture was 13 and 1) it wasn’t posted by me and 2) someone else was in the picture.
I’m so lonely and unlikable T____T.

But of course we shouldn’t attribute the number of Facebook likes to one’s personality.