1..2..Pick A Few. Or Try 10

I've been waiting for inspirational writing for a new post. It's not my best but it will have to do, mostly since I've been in a continuous pissed off mood. I did leave the hospital with another add on medication. Side effects may include mood swings. If there weren't other major factors pissing me off, I'd have a better time knowing if it's the stupid shit or the pill. Maybe, it's both. Who the EFF knows.

Today was an exciting day. I got my staples out. I was expecting the staple remover you have at home. Nah. It was more like a nail clipper. It had it's own fancy box which made me nervous. Then...out came this contraption!

First thing I thought, HOLY SHIT! This is gonna hurt like a Bitch! I also didn't know how deep the staples were so I was planning for the worse. There is some scabbing that's worked it's way around where the staples have sat. That's a good thing though. So I was told. I braced myself. The anticipation was killing me!! How bad was this going to hurt????

 

OOOOOO Damn! No it didn't really hurt. It was a good pinch. The front two and the middle back were the most tender. I toughened up once I saw how short into my head they actually were. The crusty blood on my skull is more painful. So...snip, snip, snip, plus seven more and it was all over. 

If they hadn't hurt while they were in, I'd say they're rather cute. I can't wait to shampoo and condition ALL of my hair now! Until next time, Ciao for now!

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On A Scale Of 1 To 10

This measurement system can certainly work towards many aspects of life currently. In the picture up there getting ready to leave the hospital: that was a super 10 to get the hell out of there. I won't lie as usual, I'm not in the best mood.

On a scale of 1-10, how productive to I feel my visit was? I need to go with a big 10! Not only did we find out exactly how complicated my brain and seizures are, but these "auras" that seemed to be reading on the EEG, are in fact absence seizures. So, I'm not crazy.

On a scale of 1-10, how disappointed am I in my brain? An 11 at least. I was looking forward to having an RNS put in by the end of my visit. It just wasn't meant to be. The DBS is literally my only hope left. If my brain is this complicated, you would think it could apply that to different areas.

On a scale of 1-10, how broken is my heart? Can we go with a solid 20??? Most of this is outside of the hospital. Of course the news was heartbreaking. I haven't cried. Not since I left home to get in that hospital and not since I left the hospital. But mostly, a lack of giving a shit by someone. A specific someone, doesn't.

On a scale of 1-10, how grateful am I for everyone who has given a shit? 100. The ones who have called me, text me, prayed for me, have read these, came to see me, and plan to see me. That would be not him. Oh sorry, that was him and then he found out I made it out alive from the first surgery.

On a scale of 1-10, how much do I appreciate Dr. Constantino, for not giving up on me yet? Infinite.

On a scale of 1-10, how much pain do I have after the surgery? 10! 10! 10! That changes after Oxy or IB Prophen 800. Lots of ice too.

I've been playing Sims 4 since I got to my folks. So since the 17th. I can't go home until the 30th. So that's a lot of time to get to play the game. I might as well be able to try gaining control of someone's lives. It's way more fun than real life.

Like I said....Not in a good mood. Thank you for listening to my rant today.

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