Day 2

[Hugh_Bristic]

I'm a wuss when it comes to certain types of physical pain. You can bite, pinch, pull, or hit any part of my body and I won't bat an eye, but you touch my mouth and I turn into a crying baby. Honestly, I really did cry a lot yesterday - not because of pain, but because I was left alone, felt helpless and desperately wanted to throw up and couldn't. Not to mention I've gotten very little sleep because I was grossly ill before "surgery" and had to take various medicines before, and must continue taking them now. Nonstop medicinal cycle makes for poor/no sleep.

I think two of my teeth were impacted and the other ones were just there. I'm pretty sure my bastard doctor was going to keep them so he could make a tooth necklace and do voodoo on me.

Anyways, people seem to like me more when I'm drugged up (and I like other people more when I'm drugged up, too). I keep rambling on about things - as I'm doing now - and being very nice and complimentary, even to people whose eyelids I wouldn't piss on if they were on fire. Have a good day, girls!