The past days have been pretty annoying. First it's the mosquitos. The whole city is filled with them! And for some reason they won't bite Rock or Lalo, just me.
Second: migraine. My head's been hurting on and off since Saturday. I went to the doctor two days ago to show him some test results, and everything was more than perfect (the benefits of being young, no alcohol, no smoke, no drugs). I hope the migraines'll stop soon, I really don't feel like calling the Doc.
Another bothersome health-related issue that has come to an end is about medical insurance (I finally have it!). It took a whole month for the company to accept me when it shouldn't take more than a week. I truly hate bureaucracy...
Yet another annoying thing has to do with living just a block away from a secondary school. Summer holidays are over, the kids are back in school and they're the loudest ever, specially early in the morning.
I really don't get it. These kids bring drums and horns to school, and they have nothing like a school band or anything of the sort. They don't even have a sports team to cheer!

Breakfasts have been kind of miserable since I had to cut milk off my diet. I wouldn't be too hard if I drank coffee or tea, but I don't and juice doesn't fill an empty stomach. I crave bread and mayonaise. Or toast. Or both. I have to get my hands on a sandwich toaster.
I kidnapped my parents' blender while they were on vacation. They wouldn't have noticed it was missing if I hadn't told them. They thought they had given it to me years ago, so now I don't have to return it.
I wished I could do the same with the toaster, but they actually use it.

Things are getting better when it comes to health. It's good when the worst problem you have is because you had an instant of stupidity and bit your tongue. Still as soon as my insurance paperwork is done (which should be next week), I'm going to the doctor. My ear thingie is better, but it insists on having second thoughts about healing 100%.

I'm SO frustrated about digitaltides's birthday present! The online version of the store that is nearer to my home said they had it, but when I go to pick it up they said "we don't carry it". You can imagine my face when I told them "but I just saw it on your online store!" and they replied "really, we don't carry that kind of thing". And it's not like I was going to order it online when the shop is two blocks from home...
Still, I managed to get my hands on it (no, I'm not saying what it is!) and tomorrow I'm going to damn post office no matter what! It's been almost 20 days since his birthday... Is it still OK to send a kiss and a hug? I feel really stupid, but it HAD to be that particular present!

My brother's come home from his vacations and I'm really happy. Mostly because I get help with the housework... but who am I kidding, we fight like cats and dogs but I still love my big bro. Oh, and he brought a lot of Brazilian candy for me! Another 2 weeks and Mum and Dad will be home. I'll be a relief, because really, I'm getting tired of the bank(s) calling everyday. And the phone companies that insist they have better long distance fares... How many times will I have to say "We don't call long distance, don't call again"?
Too bad my Granny won't be coming home with my parents. The doctor's found another hernia (she had one last year) and she'll have to stay to get it fixed. Can't help but worry, she's strong but is still 96 years old.

I've become addicted to orange juice again. It's not the fresh and squeezed-in-front-of-you $2 stuff I used to drink back in 2001, but it's ok. I remember drinking 1 litre a day when I worked at Rock's comic-book store. Damn, now I gotta get another glass... I'm weak.

Several months ago a little drop of water got into my right ear as I washed my hair. "It'll dry on it's own" I thought, and didn't give it much thought, although I sometimes felt the drop was kind of still there. It started hurting on Saturday and I've been controlling it with some eardrops. Just what I needed, an ear infection. Will my health ever improve? I'm kind of sick of being sick, and being alone all day doesn't help me feel better.
Today I felt like shit the whole day long and couldn't get anything done. It wasn't until I got in the shower and started sobbing (for no apparent reason) that everything felt fine again. I must be really hormonal lately...

I hope I feel good tomorrow. I have a LOT to do, from picking up a book I ordered, getting my hands on digitaltides' birthday present (and then taking it to the post office), and going to the supermarket (we're running outta food here!), without mentioning all the laundry I have to get done and the papers for med care I need to fill out.
At least it rained yesterday, so I won't need to water the plants. Yay!

It happens every year, but it's the first time that having the TV on so I don't feel lonely feels kinda pathetic. It's been 3 days and I already miss my family, which I didn't really spend much time with... I really should get out more, or have people over.
And eat more potatoes.

I used to think I couldn't get happier than this. What a huge mistake, specially when I've been sick to my stomach for the last month. Anyone who's been in my situation would simply say "That's the way it is, it'll pass" and it eventually does (with a little help of a lot of medication at first).
The funny thing is that my stomach seems to be going back to normal (as 'normal' should be defined in this situation) just when my libido seems to make it's triumphal return. Too good to be true.
It also feels very nice not having a million doctors to see and having adapted to the diet and the medication.
And for those who think that diet = weight loss: I'm like 4 kilos heavier. *sigh* My face is like a full moon and I'm kissing my waist goodbye. I know we'll meet again someday.
At least most of my skin issues are getting better. I say "most", because the mosquito bites are neverending. I really wished people took anti-mosquito measures when they invite you to their parties.

Next Saturday my family is going away to visit our relatives in Brazil and I'll be house-keeping and kitty-sitting. I still gotta tell a few individuals to bring their pajamas and toothbrushes and move in with me.
And I gotta remember to ask my Mum how she works her appliances. I do this every year, and every year I forget.
Please, don't let me forget to water my Mum's plants regularly. I still feel guilty for the jasmine I killed a few years ago.

Now this is what I call a Happy meal.
So it's a whooper, sue me. I have a weakness for onion rings...

The past week has been happily chaotic. I've had a lot to do, from doctor appointments to dropping bombs and repressing the occasional urge to kill my mother. At least my stomach is getting better all the time, and I can eat again the way I used to. Or almost, I won't complain if my stomach stays this way since I get to eat a lot of ice-cream.

I think I've lost the extra weight (although it's kind of hard to figure out) and I'm working out, so I can start from scratch (1 1/2 months late, but still). Overall, I'm very happy with life as it is. Starting new things is always so refreshing...

There's a thing about me this holidays... I just can't get to knock off stomachache the crucial dates. On Christmas I got food poisoning (along with almost the rest of my family) and now my tummy is complaining for no apparent reason. I guess that won't prevent me from abusing tonight, he.

Lalo's gone swimming and Rock had to work specially early. That means I'm alone to do the chores the boys never help with. *Sigh* Well, Lalo washed the dishes yesterday... I wonder if someday they'll realize that cleaning the house is also about dusting and sweeping, more like KEEPING it clean instead of dealing with the mess. Preventive measures, dudes!
I'll still cure Rock from his mania of leaving his clothes everywhere in the house. You wouldn't believe the places I've found socks...

I've been drooling on the SG embroidered patches on the shop since I got my new backpack.

Cheap, moi? You guessed it.
What can I cay? I'm not for luxurious and expensive shit, it's the cheap made-in-china stuff that makes my day.

Oh, before I forget... Go congratulate the lovely Dierdre on her new (old) set. She deserves all the love you can send. You can say I'm here because of her.

So, to all of you who happen to read this: Happy New Year!

So it's finally Christmas Eve.
...And I'm watching the news about car accidents this season and violence in Irak. C'mon, newscaster! Gimme some better news! I think I should change the channel... The Pink Panther, much better.

So, how have you people been?
I've been busy with Christmas shopping (yeah, I'm one of those retards who waits till the last minute). I think I managed to cover it all (even the CD for my Dad that I couldn't find anywhere). I just have to go to the supermarket on my way to my parents' and pick one of those HUGE Mantecol bars for Lalo.
I usually look forward this time of the year, but this year? I don't know... Perhaps I'm still too sleepy.

Well, I just want to with you all merry Christmas. Lots of presents, nice food, drink... and everything you wish for to come true this season.

-Insert the longest sigh you've ever heard-
Ok, let's start.
So Doc says everything is really fine with my exams. Well, it should show, since I'm much better than a month ago. Actually there is nothing wrong with my "artificial" articulation.
But there's always a 'but'.
After and probably because of the surgery, my subastragaline articulation can and will be... suffering. Which will give me -in some indeterminate period of time- arthrosis. And you all probably know how that shit hurts.
Sooo... until I actually need the next surgery, there isn't much to do apart from stuffing myself in pain-killers whenever I have to.
And apart from that, all the other smaller problems I've had since (and because of) the surgery are kind of pointless to try and solve, since the probability of them returning is too high. -insert another sigh-

So things are in theory, pretty much the same as before everything started, a little more than a month ago. The only difference is that I'm still in pain. A lot less, of course (you wouldn't hear the end of my complaints otherwise), but still... in pain.

Which brings me to the point when I start blushing and crying and getting all emotive.

Thank you guys.

From the bottom of the heart, really. Each and every one of you who said and encouraging word, and sent some luck, I adore you. You know, people in this situation can go crazy (...I'm not saying I didn't ) but it was a lot easier to bear thanks to you.
And it's not the kind of corny 'thank you's. Really! Everytime I got really scared I remembered the encouraging words of one or another and it made me think "Man, that's good people!". And that was a lot better than torturing myself.
I know I should start giving names, but I have a bad memory and wouldn't want to forget anyone. ♥


...Ok, so back to the actual life.
Yesterday was also my dear Kami's 20th birthday, so we went to have a great time with her. First we went to her house, ate cake, toasted, ate some more.
Then we went to Nai's house to continue the celebration but... Before that, I became the heroine of the night, killing a mutant cockroach that flied into Kami's room. The thing is most of my friends become 13-year-old-girls when it comes to roaches. At least Máximo (Kami's big bro) aided me finding and killing the roach. He delivered the first blows and I finished it. Had Rock been there, he would have grabbed the roach by the antennae and thrown in away... But Rock arrived later.
So just then, we went to Nai's home. There we ate and drank (brownies, potato chips, cider, etc.) some more. And we played videogames till the morning. Then we crashed in Nai's awesome puffy couch. When we woke up we played some more, ate Nai's Mum's food (her Mum's Chinese and her food's simply awesome).

Then I had to come to my parents. My Mum and I are taking the cats to the vet. Poor kitties, they trully hate it.

I can say that between yesterday and today, I ATE all my worries away. Sometimes life feels good.

I've been trying to write a new entry for days, but everytime I started, it was this depressing entry about my foot.
The thought of probably needing an arthrodesis scares the shit outta me. There, I said it. I have all my exams ready for the doc to see them next Tuesday. Wish me good luck.

I'm studying for my final next Friday. I'd say 'wish me luck' again, but I'd rather save it for you-know-what.
Had some days without work, mostly because there was nothing for me to do.

Things have been really calm lately, and I'm thankful. I remember this time last year (when me and my roomie lost our jobs when he got really sick) and I still get furious. I was never very good at forgiving...

Saturday was Hikky's graduation ceremony. I met her when she was 15, now my little girl is going to college. I feel old.
The ceremony was really boring. Not only they charged us $5, but we had to sit 3 hours in a poorly ventilated theatre filled with kids and their parents.
It was really funny how you could instantly relate Hikky to us by our unusual colored heads. Hikky had streaks of pink (not really allowed in her school, but it's not like they could suspend her anymore), Kami was blue and magenta, Mr. Grayhair was his natural gray and I was purple. Maru was the most normal of us (ok no, she was the most effusive).
I'd say it was fun, but no. I was really happy for Hikky and all, but school ceremonies still feel like punishment.

So yesterday I finally got to see the doctor.
I really wished I had good news to blog about, but it's too soon. I have to get a CT (computer tomography) an MR (magnetic resonance) and some x-rays of my foot so nice Doc 2 can tell me if there's something bad in there.
By the looks of it (and Doc's suspicion) I think I'm gonna have to get at least another surgery. I say "at least", because it could be more than one.
Still, I'm not really worried if I have to go under the knife again, since it would be "just" a plastic surgery. Nothing too cosmetic either, since apparently my tendons are stuck inside the scar tissue of my previous foot surgery and because of that, I have problems moving my toes.
I never thought I'd be excited about the possibility of having a surgery, but this has been in my thoughts for a few months now, and having the Doc think about it too feels... I don't know, positive?
Anyway, I shouldn't get too excited until I know what's going on in my foot. Things could be really fucked up in there. The plastic surgery seems a piece of cake, but just thinking about going through another massive bone surgery gives me the creeps. I'm really hoping that what's hurting inside my foot is something I can treat with fuckloads of pills or kinesiotherapy or... I don't know, pyramids. Not only for the pain and the physical demolition, I just can't lose more time in this. When would I graduate? Would I ever graduate?

And if I didn't have enough to worry about, the Doc's bill is getting big and heavy. My parents are paying for all of it, but still... I've never been good at spending large sums of money (not even for good causes like this one). *sigh*
Does anyone have some good luck to spare? I could use some...