So recently I had the surgery that takes out ur tonsils. Woo wee! What a Saturn sized piece of shit that experience was (the planet, not the cars. NOTHING could be as bad as the cars). First off, let me give u a brief history of the past school year ailments. Because of my tonsils my throat would often get infected n what not making it impossible for me to swallow. Yay! This happened about four times and each time i missed atleast a week of school which gave those heartless bastards who call themselves my teachers the chance to rip me apart. And it wasnt the fun kind of sick where your heads warm so you get to lay in bed and watch tv and eat soup and pop cuz God knows that'll help you. No this was me doing all I could to go into a fatigue induced coma so I'd have a short but treasured vacation from my living hell! Anyway, that off and on affair with pain was capped off with having my wisdom teeth taken out. That put me out for about three days. So not so bad. However the infection it got, well that was another pain filled hell stretched out over like a week. Things finally settled down and I only became ill every other week or so and eventually I was fine. Then finally, it was time to take my tonsils out. However when this operation arrived I hadnt been sick in like three months so it was kinda hard to appreciate it. It was also hard convincing myself that it was for the best. Especially because all of the doctors were telling me what a moron I was for doing it and perhaps I'd prefer that they circumcise me with a live barricuda as that would be as painful but atleast then I'd be able to take medication for it with out having to cough up blood and eventually the medicine I needed so badly. I'm an animal lover so I decided I wouldnt put the barracude through that. I regretted that as soon as I woke up from the surgery. I was under the impression that the Doctors had refined, sharpened tools to remove my tonsils with. Instead they decided on using rocks and sticks to pry the things out. I guess the ends justifies the means as when I woke up my tonsils were indeed gone, and about three gallons of blood AND my will to live. YIPPEE! Another fun little joke the doctors played was replacing my real prescription pain killers with medicine that the aformentioned cans of pop would've laughed at. It was basically watered down pepto bismal. So instead of the codene they told me I'd probably get I was prescribed pink shit that looked like lubricant for a porno. And just my look, it wasn't good lubricant (now I'm chaffing). Anyway, I've wasted enough of my own time and probably more of urs than I should've, though, knowing the dork scum that probably read this you'd only be using this time to bug me or watch Sex and the City anyway. PEACE