LROCs Don't Rock

I'm posting, not because I really want to, but because I must for this week.

I am very much alive.

Now, I say that because for the past couple of days, Kendall sent me a message yesterday that said, "I bet you died. That's what happened right? You died..." (For the record, my laptop is on lockdown and I have limited Internet access/time, but even if I could respond, I wouldn't have. So yeah, I was ignoring you.)

So, no, I did not die.

I had surgery on Monday. Laparoscopic right ovarian cystectomy (look it up). This is a long story and I've had to tell it several times to different people and it still irritates me to do it just because so I won't go too much into detail. Okay, here goes: When I came back from Dallas, I complained to my mom about feeling pains over my lower right abdomen whenever I used the bathroom. The two of us went to see my pediatrician and she suggested that I have a pelvic ultrasound done. So I did. And the ultrasound showed a fluid-filled (not solid, so not cancerous) cyst, 6.4cm, in my right ovary which was then stretched to about 8cm. Then I went to see my mom's gynecologist and the next think I know, they're scheduling me for surgery. All of this happened in a matter of days. There's no real cause for cystic growth in women's ovaries. If you took biology, you would know that follicles grow into cyst-like things as a part of the menstrual cycle. It's just that sometimes, little things don't go as planned. Anyway, my mom and her gynecologist felt it best to get all of this over with now so that I can have the remaining weeks of summer to recover because if anything goes terribly wrong during the school year, I would be a) in lots and lots of unbearable pain and b) missing out on a lot of days in school.

Anyway, I had surgery just this past Monday and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be because you know, I was asleep (duh). Everyone was SUPER nice. The terrible thing was that, during the surgery, they found another smaller cyst, solid-filled this time, on my left ovary. The doctor didn't have time to take it out because 1) she had another surgery scheduled right after mine and 2) my surgery was already running a bit late. But they did take a sample and ordered a biopsy to determine whether it's cancerous or not. It's not.
This is what went through my head when they told me about it after I woke up:
Dear Cysts, Kindly stop growing and please leave me alone. I want three baby boys and for that to happen, I need both of my ovaries to be happy. Thank you. Sincerely, Jen

After only a couple of hours in the recovery room, they told me I could go home because my vitals were picture perfect. The anesthesia didn't make me all loopy at all; I was quite awake and alert after the whole ordeal. So now I'm several days into my required 4-week long recovery time. I didn't think recovery would be a big deal but let me tell you, the past few days have proven to be the worst days I've had this whole summer. I won't weird you out with the details but I've been gingerly walking around the house, taking things slowly, like a pregnant woman because I have three cuts in my belly. I can't even laugh or sneeze normally--I have to put pressure on my stomach so that I don't rip open my wounds (Josh told me a hilarious joke yesterday and I had to think of dead puppies to stop laughing). So the doctors and the nurses all told me to be careful with what I eat for the first week or so. Maybe light soup, saimin, no fried foods or heavy foods or anything that will upset my stomach. So I had soup for the first day at my parents' insistence. But you know me; food is my true love. After that first day, I've eaten ate pork chops, steak, baked spaghetti, cake, etc. Haha, I'm such a fatty.

And that's the story of my not-so-incredible journey. It's not even college essay-worthy.

Anyway, I didn't tell a lot of people about this. But I did tell Kendall. (So thanks for calling and checking up on me to make sure I didn't die or anything. Oh wait, I take that back because you didn't. But no big deal. It's not like we're best friends or anything like that. Do you remember when I got to school and I didn't see your bag where it usually is and I literally freaked out and was so worried that I called you to make sure you weren't bleeding to death in a ditch in the middle of nowhere? Yeah, I think that happened twice. The first time, we were sophs. I called you immediately at 6:40ishAM and you answered and groggily told me you weren't feeling well and you weren't coming to school that day. The second time, just this past school year, I believe, I think I actually waited for the first bell to ring before I actually called you, just in case you were running late or you were in a computer lab or something like that. Yeah, no big deal. But I'm kinda done being salty and/or bitter, not because I think that you deserve to be let off the hook because you don't, but because we have a scavenger hunt to plan and work out, just in case I'm not able to come to the sleepover. I know you've had to worry about Physics for the past couple of days and that you're probably stressed out about tests and stuff so I don't expect you to have done anything. I've only had to worry about not bleeding profusely and avoiding infections for the past couple of days after all so I will call you as soon as I come up with any ideas and an actual working format and maybe a couple of clues. And don't bother calling, your number is on my phone's Auto Reject list, so just wait for mine. And I almost forgot: You are awesome.)

Yes, World, Kendall is awesome. You can roll your eyes at me all you want. I get like this when I'm hormonal and cranky and in pain, all in one.

Because I'm off my feet and don't really have access to a computer, I have a lot of time in my hands. I have been writing, making bookmarks, listening to music, trying not to read my summer reading books, but mostly indulging myself in watching marathons on TV (ANTM and Project Runway are only a couple of my obsessiones whenever they're on).

Oh and also: This is why I'm not working anymore. I miss the kids. And no, I haven't finished Gatsby yet (though I should, before I start my summer reading books). I hope you're having a better summer than I am!

I'm going to participate in a yet another passivity now. Ciao, bellas.

KEY--III

Day 2!

Okay just a thing: April is the busiest month for me. I have every Saturday this month filled and it's the fourth quarter and States for speech and debate is coming up and AP tests are coming at me like a herd of angry wildebeests (yes, it's spelled with two e's). And if you are one of our regular creepers who stalk this blog (hey there!), you should already know that I'm the stressed out and paranoid half of this friendship. But if you're new here, well, now you know. I will try my best to have really good posts but I apologize in advance if they're not as awesome as you expect them to be. Most of my posts will probably be about how stressed I was the whole day or how stressed I am about writing my posts or how I have so much work to do. And you'll just have to read all of it. Or not. You could just skim it. Which is why I have the TODAY... portion of this blog; that's something I've never done before and it's kind of cool, right? Right? Anyone else think it's cool? No? Just me? Oh ok.

Anyway, my Saturday. I woke up early because I had to be in school at 8am for the AP English workshop. I didn't expect that most of workshop would be, you know, work. I thought it would be mainly lecture-based. Guess I was wrong! We actually wrote an essay and did the multiple choice part of the test. But it helped. And it was cold. 'Cause it was at Seto Hall and it always gets cold in there. I wore a jacket.

I saw Kendall after the workshop. He took the National Spanish Exam today in the morning, and he probably talked about it in his post, I don't know, I haven't read it yet. I already took the test on Thursday. Anyway, he was wearing a DFTBA shirt. I have the same exact shirt, except it's huge because it was supposed to be Kendall's but it was a bit too small for him so he gave it to me. Although I swear his shirt looked like it was way smaller than my (originally his) DFTBA shirt.

Then, I went home. Nope, I lie. I didn't. I stayed in school because we had two rounds of debate scrimmages this afternoon. It was also cold in The Room. But I had my blazer so it was all good.

Anyway, instead of boring you with how the temperature went down and how I was prepared for it each time it did (which is something that I just tend to talk about, bear with me please, I'm weird, I know), what else should I talk about?

Oh! I saw that StarKid uploaded, I think, the first scene of Act 1 of their new show, Starship. I don't have time to watch it now so I think I'll wait until the entire show is online so that I can enjoy this supposedly out of this world (see what I did there?) production.

Um. What else? Geez, I am really terrible at this. I need an interesting topic to talk about every day because my life is too boring to write about. Like, I don't know, old sitcoms that we will forever love or angler fish reproduction or the invention of staplers or something. I need ideas. Give me some? Or not, that would be okay too.

TODAY... 
I really loved...the cinnamon twist doughnut I had for breakfast.
I smiled because...Kirsten pulled a "prank" on Winney a day late. Ahhh, Kirsten.
Lyrics playing at this very moment as I type this portion of the blog:
"...it swings, it jives. It shakes all over like a jellyfish. I kinda like it..."
(Crazy Litte Thing Called Love by Queen)
Hours of sleep last night: 8.5 hours! THIS IS WHY I LOVE FRIDAY NIGHTS.
Number of times it got COLD: 3! The last time, it was FREEZING, but it could have been much colder.

--Jen :)