Hmmm… several people have asked me this, and to be honest, I’m not even entirely sure of the reasons myself! I know I used to have a lot of them (they started to accumulate with rapidity once the visual editing on Blogger vanished into thin air), but I didn’t want to lose all of my archives, so I just stayed with Blogger. Until I found out that I could pack my proverbial bags and take them with me, so here I am!
I have an appointment with an oral surgeon on Friday, and I am most likely going to have my wisdom teeth extracted. You know how they say too much knowledge is not a good thing? … That is definitely true in this case, because I’ve been reading about it online, and the more I read, the more terrified I get. Not so much about the surgery part… but about the post-op recovery. I am emetophobic. I would literally rather cut my arm off than throw up, which has served me well in that I never purged because of this. But a lot of people seem to be complaining that they felt horribly nauseated after the surgery and they were throwing up for days after. I’m doing it on Friday so that I can get a lot of drugs and literally sleep through the entire weekend, but I am going to have to wake up at some point, and I am absolutely terrified of what will happen then.
So this is why I think I should NOT do favors for people… My cousin who came to the pool with me last night? Who would not have been able to do that, had she not come along as my guest? She called my sister and asked, “Is your sister anorexic?” My sister asked her why she was asking that, and she started going on and on about what I look like and that there’s no way I can be getting my period and the way I swim (“not that she’s such a good swimmer, mind you”) like my life depends on it when I don’t need exercise (which I don’t normally do, but THE WATER WAS FREEZING!!) … and at this point I told my sister that I did not want to talk about this when I am at work, especially not on my lunch break, and she’s like, “I’ll call you later.” And then I ate my lunch anyway. Honestly, sometimes I wonder why the hell I even bother at all. I actually wound up calling my sister back myself to avoid having her call me at an insane hour… apparently said cousin thought it was prudent of her to alert my family of “the situation” because such things “need to be taken care of.” As if we don’t know. Yes, I understand that she thought she was being helpful, but I can’t help feeling offended that she did it in the roundabout way that she did. She also told my sister that she knows someone who was IP at Stanford and she gained weight and looks so good and everyone is happy now… never mentioning that said girl might feel like a fat pig every second of every day, because apparently it’s all about what other people think! (Sorry, that was an extremely ED-driven sentence.) Anyway. I need to process.
On to some pictures, hmmm?