Secret Number Thirty-Two: I like being taken care of.
Well, I haven't been able to blog, because I've been on bed rest since Thursday. That morning, I took part in what my high school calls "Flight School", in which we leaders guide the new incoming freshmen around the school, give advice, and act crazy. Well, at least, that's what I did. I took the chance of that morning to show these scared, timid children that life is meant to be lived crazily and without holding back. So, yeah, I belted the Alma Mater in an opera voice around the entire classroom, danced like a crazy white chick, and screamed down the quiet halls. I've always been an extrovert, but since all this new single-tood and just living life, I've learned to let go of insecurities and just be myself.
Which, I guess, is a crazy chick who has way too much school spirit. My group loved me, I just knew it. It made me feel so awesome when one of the boys came up to me and told me he admired my personality and my school spirit. I was like, Heck. Yes. :)
So, after dancing in the middle of the gym with my fellow seniors, I ran out the doors to my house. I took my "Chill Out Pill" that my surgeon gave me to take 45 minutes before my wisdom teeth surgery, and then chilled in the car on the way to the surgery. I remember sitting in the car and texting my ex-boyfriend exactly what I was thinking and feeling at that moment. Which probably wasn't what he wanted to hear. Oh, well. I was drugged. I remember freaking out cause the cars around us were moving too fast for my eyes to focus on them. I don't remember getting to the place, but I do remember the dude sticking the needle in my arm. I didn't appreciate that. Then he stuck in the sleepy-juice, and asked me about my job. Then, black.
So, I'm sad to hear that I wasn't as crazy funny as my oldest brother. However, my reasoning is that I'm already NATURALLY hilarious, so I don't need enhancing drugs to make me more comical. I think the pain medicine really just made me more blunt and want to dance more frequently.
I've had a lot of visitors, which has made me feel special and kind of queenly. However, once they all leave, I feel lonely again. I'm still trying to heal, and it's taking too long. My jaw is still swollen and in pain, and now I fear that I'm catching a cold or something. I'll probably call in to work tomorrow and let myself get an extra day of relief; no way I can scream at kids with these swollen cheeks.
Off to sleep, eat, and sleep. Thanks for listening, my two avid followers.
"Put your hands on my heart..."
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