Start pity party: I'm hurting today and tired. Showering wiped me out. Showering. That's all I did and I feel like I did a day's worth of really hard work. I know in a few months I will think this is great but right now I feel like a big swollen tired sore scab.
There's no good crying about it because...
a. I did it to myself.
b. I will get puffy and snotty.
c. I know the drugs and anesthesia are talking.
d. No one wants to hear it... hell I don't want to hear it!
Recent random thoughts:
a. Why the f&ck did I think Venti Caramel Macchiatos with extra caramel and extra whipped cream and three servings of pasta would be one day worth this???
b. I just need a few more weeks and I will be feeling better. It's only been 14 days and I had a lot done. (Moment of Clarity)
c. Every fat girl in the world needs to feel this for one day and I swear they would never raise that HoHo to their lips.
d. Die Little Debbie Die!
e. It could be worse I suppose.
End pity party.
Edited to add: What's a party without guests.
