Home Sweet Home

Soooooo sleepy... but had to continue!

I'm finally back in Orlando after being in Fort Myers having my tonsils and adenoids removed (OW!). My tonsils were HUGE (Carly has pictures I'll add later).

I was doing better afterwards, then almost a week later I woke up at 3am to my throat gushing blood. The doctor did warn us this could happen (like a 3% chance of it) so I wasn't confused but it was still indescribably disgusting!

So we went to the ER (my new favorite place) and called my doctor. There happened to be another doctor in the same practice that was on call at another hospital so we drove there instead and he decided I needed stitches put in. In my throat. Without anesthesia.

So I began hysterically crying while the nurse attempted to out an IV in my hand, didn't work out, and went to the arm. My hysteria continued throughout the entire, 'bout half an hour, procedure, which consisted of my my right hand holding the tongue depressor while my mom held the suction thing, and the doctor sprayed numbing stuff, shot me with numbing stuff, then scraped away blood and stuff, and used a round needle to thread six stitches into my throat, while the 4 nurses watched from the side. I was sitting up the whole time crying with my mom.

Worst night of my life, well, at least it was added to the top 3. I've had a lot of bad nights lately. 2008 is not my favorite year so far.

Then, Saturday my mom put our family's 2 dachshunds up for adoption. We've had Ruby (the fat black one) and Roxy (the smaller brown one) for 7 and 6 years! But after my dad died a couple months ago, and with her being a principal and having so much to do, she doesn't have time for them, and they get neglected in the end, just sitting in they're crates all day. My mom could never even take time off to come see me or go anywhere else for very long either without having to either bring them (big pain in the ass) or get a dog sitter (big waste of money). So I understood why it was necessary, but it didn't change how sad it was.

She emailed a dachshund rescue site Saturday and a foster family called us Sunday. They're two men in Cape Coral with 8 dachshunds, 2 other foster dachshunds, and now Ruby and Roxy. But, surprisingly, their house was really nice and very clean, for having 14 dogs. It'll be the best for everyone in the end. I miss them though.