T-Pain
Break has finally arrived and its now the 3rd day into it...really relieved to have this break since school was gettin kinda hectic and i was gettin mentally tired dealin with alot of stuff...
hmm, so this lil thing had been playin on my mind for a while..wat do u refer a 20 yr old as? not teenager as teenagers constitute to those aged 13-19, and the advent of adulthood is 21. so where does that leave the 20yr olds? an in-between? a teenult? wadever the heck that means.is there an official term for unfortunate 20 yr olds who jus cant be termed? sigh..thats not really impt is it?
ok, its understood that with relationships come problems-thats a fact. and it kinda worries me that in the current one that im in there seems to be this tacit problem of time management and the resulting insecurity that jus cannot be solved. and it annoys me a lil that whenever i bring up the issue with her to try and clear it up she replies with a "its nothing", "nothings wrong" or "there was something bothering me but it's not anymore".
I know sth is obviously wrong or else she wdnt act the way she did and all but i jus don feel like pressing too much or it may annoy her..and yet it adversely affects my mood and i become moody as well. she then says that she wrote the entire problem on her blog. ok, so wat am i sposed to infer..that whenever she has a problem shed blog abt it and not tell me? that ive to read her blog then only ill know? i don wanna start a cyberspace war or be some demanding psycho bf but i know tt lil things not said can eventually explode cos ive seen it happen b4...and i dun wan that to happen with us...i can only hope things will get better and for that to happen i guess i gotta put in more effort cos wadever effort ive been puttin into this relationship wasnt enuf..
So the cyst-y/blood clot thing had been botherin me for over a month now and i had to do the operation to get it removed on sunday(yesterday). so after visiting my grandma's grave, i went to the doc and obviously i was nervous..so @1030am i go to the surgery room and stuff and then i was creeped out wen i learnt i wasnt gonna be put to sleep..the doc was only gonna numb the area he was gonna operate, which was the left side of my body below my chest. so he asks me if i can feel anythin and i said no..then i hear the snipping of scissors and feel liquid pouring down my back and my imagination started limping..well my mom was there for support but she din witness the op..so i shut my eyes and started thinking of everything i cld think of but it din help that the doc kept saying things like "wow, so much of blood", "oh, its deeper than it looked" and crazy shit like that..and the op seemed to go on for eternity.the clot/cyst things looked small and superficial..wat the hell was takin so long?..so after a few "ok, almost done" and "only a few more mins", he finally said he had taken wadever it was out of my body and he had only the stitching left to do..so after dunno how long more, he said everything was done and my ordeal was finally over...
The doc then explained the entire situation to me..apparently it wasnt a cyst, and it wasnt a a..it was THREE..there were THREE blood clots, 2 of which were solid, that had been growing inside for over THREE freakin years..i was, needless to say, creeped out..the one that was jus below my skin was the small one, and there were 2 more beneath it..the 2nd one burst durin the op and the 3rd one was the giant one tt was lodged deeper in.. these clots were caused my a defective nerve hence it affected other parts of my body...and there were like 15-20 stitches in all...internal and external...ouch...
