It went *amazingly*. Fischer and staff were absolutely wonderful. I'm not even in any pain - a little sore and achey, but nothing I can't handle.
Dying for these drains to come out so I can take off the dressings and get a proper look. Updates will follow, if I actually don't slack off and remember to post them.
For the sake of my readers, I am going to separate this post into two pieces: the part where I VENT LIKE A GLEEFUL MADMAN, and the useful part where I explain the details calmly and try not to giggle too much. ( Collapse ) The clear, rational-ish part: Top surgery looms. I just found out that my insurance has apparently got me covered, against all odds (I really had been bracing for the opposite and was pretty much resigned to just waiting it out till I had the money myself.) Let's hear it for Aetna, yo.
The trick of it is, I'm only insured while I'm a student. So my parents, in their infinite wisdom, have decided I should get this out of the way before I graduate so I don't end up putting myself in debt and/or going crazy with impatience.
Right now I'm in contact with Bev Fischer down in Maryland. Very highly recommended. And we're trying to set a surgery date during thanksgiving break. As in this thanksgiving. as in FIVE MONTHS FROM NOW WHAT IS THIS. ahem
I am freaking out with excitement. And this was the calm part of the post.
God. Five months! I have so much work to do! BRB WORKING OUT.
(feel free to comment here with how-to-survive-top-surgery tips. it'll almost certainly be periareolar, for the record.)
oh, it is also worth mentioning that yes, we are STILL together, because we're amazing and in love and we're gonna have a badass victorian wedding someday, once we're properly graduated. er, as undergrads. i'm not sure I can bear to wait till my love finishes up a graduate degree X) we shall see. there have been some fights lately, but overall i can honestly say i want nothing more than to spend my life with my sweetheart, come what may.
Um, Brian and I are still together. And doing great. Like awesome-great. We did the whole drama thing, and then we moved on, and order is restored.
Also, more relevantly to this particular journal, I passed the 6 month mark a few weeks ago. Hard to believe. I'll do a full, proper update on how things have progressed, but I'll do it some other time, when I'm not in a computer lab with 20 minutes till my next class. Ah, let's hear it for the end of the quarter.
Brian wants to leave me. He's doing the same thing I was about five years ago - sinking into depression and pushing away everyone that cares. I haven't handled it right. I don't know how to fix this. I don't want it to be over.
Yeah, I kind of forgot to do this at 4 months, partially due to not knowing where the fuck my camera was. Of course, now that I have found it, the battery's dead and needs time to charge, so whatever. I'll eventually, someday, at some point, take pictures. Just not right this second.
requisite other news: ~Going back to school. Work and classes on labor day. WHAT THE COCKS. Also, lots and lots of classes. Seems that way, at least. ~Sleep schedule is FUBAR, despite my best attempts. I'll have to make peace with that over the next few weeks or school's going to be gotdamned impossible. ~Things with Brian: as mentioned earlier, they are fucking awesome. This September is the 2-year mark of our first in-person hookup. Pretty sweet. I seriously think this is going to end in marriage. ~Judaism. I'm looking into it. ~Got a working PS2. Guitar Hero addiction followed. ~Have now seen The Dark Knight about a hundred times. Well, 7 or so, but I'm rounding up. AND IT'S STILL AWESOME. Speaking of movies, I am already wildly impatient for Watchmen. Anyone else? ~In the market for a pocket watch. Tragically, I do not have the monies for the ones I keep seeing on ebay. ~Did I mention school? And the apartment? And putting all my shit into a uhaul and then spending 6, 7 hours en route to Rochester? Good times, good times. (Note: not really.) ~Almost ready for a driver's license. I plan to take the test over thanksgiving break; ran out of time this summer.
AND THAT'S ALL, FOLKS. with any luck I'll remember this thing again in a few weeks.
With all that out of the way...what else is up? I've made a few bucks off art commissions, which will finance a trip to Atlanta to spend a week or so with my sweetie before school starts. My tablet is starting to die, which is not good. My geek factor increases every day, between Bri introducing me to Star Trek and my ongoing affair with comic books. Oh! And I have a new Mac. Mia had been going slowly senile and finally stopped recognizing her power cord all together (within a week of giving her to Brian for keeps; go figure). This one is still unnamed. It's a cute little black MacBook. 8D mmm delicious apples.
I guess that's all that's worth reporting on for now. Stay posted. And commission me for art plzkthx. I need the work.
In other news: my last school-related woe of the whole yeeeear is in about six hours (and I still haven't studied, haha) and then I get to gtfo this weekend and go home and get nagged to get a job. YEAH. Also, some douche stole my ipod, and I can't find my tablet pen, the combination of which means I'm about to bid farewell to most of the money I spent this entire goddamn quarter earning. Life is a bitch sometimes. What can you do, though, right? (Other than not lose tablet pens. I honestly don't know how I did that. Maybe it'll turn up.)
warning: this entry is nothing but me whining. if you're not in the mood, RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN. thank you.
OKAY. YOU KNOW WHAT.
I stay up late. I am not about to get on anyone's case for doing that, least of all in college.
But what kind of dumbassed, inconsiderate asshole hangs around outside a dorm building at 3 in the morning making the loudest, most obnoxious sounds he can? I'm talking about....animal noises, random yells, whooping, LOUDLY (I'm on the third floor with my windows closed and it was still loud as shit) at THREE IN THE FUCKING MORNING.
I don't know when I finally got to sleep, but it was too late. Didn't wake up till half past noon, thus missing two of my classes. I really, really can't afford to miss classes right now. pgsdfhgjhljskh tuigshsugidfj
RAGE
I AM SO STRESSED OUT RIGHT NOW. I DO NOT NEED THIS KIND OF BULLSHIT. NOT AT ALL.
What I need is either premature summer vacation or some kind of comforting illicit substance. I don't even know. I feel like I'm going to flip out and jump off something tall if this keeps up.
-i've been really restless -i've been putting on weight -i've been pretty depressed
There is definitely some correlation going on there. Ugh. I told KC; his answer was "welcome to puberty". He's probably right, but still...ugh. I outgrew this phase. I'm not really psyched about going through it again.
Lately I just have this urge to go on an adventure. I blame Drew (that asshole) and my pirate music. College is so dull right now. I mean, I finally have some friends and a little bit of a social life, but school itself is just one headache after another. Then I'll go home, and there won't be school, but there also won't be any of my friens...
Yeah, I'm being overly pessimistic. I'm in a mood. I really don't want to go to work, but you can't just not show up, even if I know they really don't need me. There's never anything to stock.
contemplative
blah