My Krazy Kandies

A Done Deal

It’s a done deal; I’m getting a tonsillectomy on February 24th.

So, me and mom went to this clinic in the middle of Oneonta’s nowhere to see Dr. Sweet, an ENT. We waited a little while, mom did some paperwork and then this nice lady in a green shirt and black palazzio capris called us in. Also, I wasn’t allowed to go into the room by myself because I’m under 18. That’s retarded, isn’t it?

Anyway, she got some info off of me.

-(Have you ever been hospitalized?
Yes.
For what?
I ingested some “Non-Food Material.”)-

Me and mom also stared at the fun posters of ear, nose, and throat infections, decided where acute otosis (or something like that) occurs, and figuring out that polyps can get removed, which sounds like HORROR.

Finally, Dr. Sweet(who is sweet, but not hot. ), came in and gave me a routine check up. Ear, nose(ewww) and throat were checked. He told me that my lymph nodes were quite palpable, which, I guess, means that they were relatively swollen. He told me that my tonsils looked a bit large, and then informed me that a general procedure for such a throat would be to remove the tonsils.

So, I get to skip school for the week after my tonsillectomy. Healing will take a total of three weeks.

And Gina should understand this; do you remember that chapter of “Dr. Grantz is in” when Ulquiorra got his tonsils taken out?

That’s the exact same procedure that they’re gonna do on me.

For those of us who haven’t read “Dr. Grantz is in”, the procedure that they are going to do is different from how they did it ten-twenty years ago. No scalpel!

They take this wand-like thing, and use this plasma-like stuff(very close to a “laser” apparently) and basically melt the tissue and flesh that connects my tonsils to my throat off. It’s apparently less painful that how they used to do it, and I guess it takes less time to heal or something.

But of course, the drawback is that I’m not a kid, so it’s going to hurt like a bitch anyway. Apparently, getting your tonsils removed hurts less when you are a young child (8 and under?), but its like hell once you become an adult. I don’t know how that works, but whatever.

So, anyway, it’s a done deal. I’m getting a pre-op checkup on the 16th so that they can do some tests, and then I’m going to go under the Plasma Wand on the 24th. All of this is taking place in February.

I’m really excited; I don’t know why.

My Tablet Pen

I found it.

Laugh Maker

When I hear the knock at my door, I jump. I can’t help it; more tears come spilling out of my eyes, drowning the floor beneath me. I couldn’t bring myself to open the door with such a face, but even so, something compels me…
“What do you want? Who is it?”
“It’s not that great of a name, but someone has called me ‘Laugh Maker.’ I’ve brought you a smile.  Its cold so let me in.”
“Laugh Maker? This isn’t a joke! I don’t remember calling someone like that. Don’t mind me here, just go away, I can’t cry with you there!”  I start shouting, and my fists slam against the door angrily. The bruises from earlier are burning.
I thought you had left; a long silence had begun, and I felt like I was alone. I heard another knock and screamed at the floor more than you.
“Didn’t I say for you to disappear!?”
“You’re the first person to tell me that in my life… I’m really sad now. What should I do? I think I’m going to cry…”
Laugh Maker? This isn’t a joke! It can’t be helped if you cry! I’m the one who wants to cry! I don’t remember calling someone like you!  The voices of two people, far away and yet so close. I can hear the stifled sobs on the other side of the door, and start to bawl even harder.
Our backs against each other with a door in-between us, crying voices mixed with hiccups. Completely tired out, crying voices, hugging our knees to our chests, backs against each other.
“Do you still intend to make me laugh? Laugh Maker.”
“It’s the only thing I live for. If I don’t make you laugh, I can’t go home.”
I thought maybe I can let you in, but the door is stuck from the ice from our tears.
“Push the door from you’re side; it’s already unlocked.” Say un, or sun, or something like that so that I know you heard.
What’s wrong? Hey, it can’t be…
Laugh Maker! This isn’t a joke! Now you leave me behind by myself! You disappeared without minding me, you betrayed me the instant I believed you! Laugh Maker, this isn’t a joke…
A crashing sound of a window breaking catches my attention, and I turn my head to face her, my littler baby sister. Holding an iron pipe and smiling through tears.
“I brought you a smile.” You brought out a small mirror, and held it up before my face.
“Your crying face can smile, too.”
Amazingly, indeed, I smiled.

…

If you couldn’t guess, I’m the Laugh Maker, and Gina is the crying one. Hurrhurr. Anyway, the original song is called “Laugh Maker” by “Bump of Chicken”. It can be found in my music folder. Personally, I’m in love with it!

Some Pictures That I Mutilated

I had a good old time in CompuPic Pro last night, and I felt like sharing. You should look and be amazed.

Nightvision:

Ghastly:

Old Photo:

Pretty neat, right? Well, I thought so anyway. I enjoyed making these, and you can probably find more pics like this if you look in my Icons folder or my Other folder, which are both in my Pictures Folder, under Backup. Well, that’s it for tonight, folks. By the way, I’m gonna be sick tomorrow… just thought I should tell you!

WANT

I am feeling a little bratty right now. I WANT THESE BOOKS!

This one

And this one

By the way, I thought I should just let everyone know; I fucking HATE WordPress. It lags like a BITCH, and my shitty computer can barely handle it, P4 or not. I hate this stupid thing; they shouldn’t have updated it and made it all flashy and cool. Well, not flashy, but you know what I mean. Whatever; I hate this stupid thing. I’m gonna kill it.