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I love my mom…. so much. I can’t even begin to express how amazing she is not only to me but to everyone she is around. She always puts herself second and takes care of everyone’s needs before her own. One of the least selfish people I’ve ever known. My visit today was all made possible by her driving 3 1/2 hours round trip, spending $20 of HER money on gas, $5 on tolls, and nearly $20 in there for vending machine stuff like drinks, lunch, snacks, etc for 3 people.

We left at 6:30, got there around 8:20 and were 19th in line. We got in at about 10am. No problems. We had a couple nice talks, I felt that mom was getting bored but she sat there with a smile on her face. He’s upset about what is going on with his mom… basically she stole money from work and was fired. She’s now facing a grand larceny charge which is why hes in…. I thought she’d have learned something from all of this. Otherwise he didn’t want to discuss them because as he says, they’re in another world he wants no real part of. He’s worried about my newfound strength because he fears I’ll decide I don’t need him and toss him to the side. Always the worrier my baby… the key to that fact is that this newfound strength is fueled 99% by him and knowing how much he loves me. Good visit…. he’s being shipped out next week most likely but I’m not going to speculate. That causes too much commotion in my mind. I’ve determined from here on out I want to go alone though, we have better conversations and don’t have to feel bad about anyone getting bored with our lovey dovey stuff.

Long ride back. Made roast beef for dinner real quick. Now I’m drinking ginger ale, eating dinner, and then going to darvocet myself up a bit while I relax. My staples did NOT appreciate sitting in that chair most of the day. In fact, they gave me a nice “fuck off” when I got home. Oh is it wednesday yet? I’m sick of them.

This concludes yet another edition to the “Amanda had another amazing but exhausting Saturday” chronicles.

So thankfully tomorrow is definitely on with mom and it took almost NO convincing. *dancing around* I had to make a trip to the surgeon today because my incision was oozing yellow (gross, I know) but he said it’s normal and was glad that I went and got it looked at anyways. I get my staples out Wednesday morning at 10am. Ummm, otherwise it’s been a lazy day. I’m anxious for tomorrow. I gave myself a spongebath type deal and now I’m just chilling out on the internet before I go up and watch some television and fall asleep. I have to get up bright and early at 5:30. AHHHHHHH!! Moreso I think mom is saying that because she’s not a morning person at ALL.

Her car isn’t exactly in the best shape either so she’s a bit weary of going but she knows that I really need/want to see him and …. well I can be a bit spoiled at times. *angel halo* I think she’d be a bit more confident if she had a nicer vehicle that not only looked nice but was reliable as well, say… a Dodge Charger perhaps? She could even pimp it out with some Dodge Charger accessories and be the hottest mama on the street.

Oooook. Well my healing is still progressing as usual. I made an appointment for Wednesday to get my staples out. I have an appointment at mental health for an evaluation on Wednesday at 8:45 and then my appt to get these out is at 10. So I can get both done on the same trip. Painwise I’m doing pretty well. I can walk around on my own, get in and out of my WATERBED (that couch was SO uncomfortable), and basically do everything on my own. I get a bit of help if I really need it like reaching for something but I’m pretty self sufficient. I don’t like feeling like an invalid.

As for going to see Randy… there’s a good chance I will be able to. Randy’s mom doesn’t work at IGA anymore so there won’t be any visiting for her BUT I asked my mom last night and she said “We’ll see” which is a lot better than a “No” and if you know my mom… I can push and push to get her to. So I’m gonna say I’ll be seeing him tomorrow. I also made sure the guards will let me in and they said as long as I show my stomach they will let me past the detectors. I’m excited, especially since we haven’t talked since Monday. *dancing around anxiously*

Off to go play amplitude on my ps2 now… and enjoy the little edge that Darvocet is giving me.

I’ve been home for 10 hours and for about 9 of those I wished I was back in the hospital because this recovery crap is ROUGH. Getting on and off the couch is insane, moving around to get this or that for myself is a pain, and my back is so sore from the positions I’m laying/sitting in. I can’t get comfortable and Darvocet shouldn’t be classified as a Narcotic because it’s doing absolutely nothing at ALL for me. *angry face* Maybe a bit of drowsiness for 10 minutes. My staples feel really weird and I have numb spots all over my stomach with absolutely NO feeling… it’s weird.

Randy still knows NOTHING about this. He knew I was going to the hospital Monday and hasn’t been able to call since.. hopefully he calls soon so I can give him a quick summary and I’m also hoping Randy’s mom doesn’t bail on me this weekend b/c I can’t drive. No ifs/ands/buts about that and mom won’t take me. I’m not sure the guards will let me go in though, I need to call and make sure b/c obviously staples aren’t going to pass a metal detector.

My parents just got their tax returns done tonight and needless to say, they’re pretty happy with the $5,200 that they got. I can’t complain, I’m getting to finish my computer and get contacts *Finally* and my brothers are getting a PS3. She’s also buying herself a laptop and dad wants some new tools/gloves and stuff for work. She might look into getting him a new watch, perhaps an AP offshore would be appreciated? Then again he might ruin it at work.

Short entry for now. To sum it up that pain on Sunday was not my stomach, it was my appendix. Monday I got up and the pain was massively intense so we went to the doctor and by 6pm I was in surgery. My staples are HUGE, the incision is seriously like 6 inches at least. I was there until this morning and released at 12:00pm. Now I’m home, showered (it had been 4 days, EW), and in massive pain b/c my darvacet or wtf ever it is is NOT working. Ugh. Time to go lay down. Picture of the incision under the cut for the weak-stomached (more…)