*sigh*

Not really a lot to say today. Im kind of blogged out... fear not, I will not abandon tho. I am just trying to stay busy and keep my mind off stuff. I keep coming across stuff that takes my mind back to everything that happens... the ugly hospital socks dylan wanted, the meds I have to take every few hours... The book called "a shattered dream" they gave me... I know, real nice huh? As if I dont know already, thanks for the reminder. Asses.

... Just called to schedule my follow up and the receptionist asked if the appointment was for a procedure or if I was pregnant... I told her it was for a procedure I had done on Friday, and she asked what type. I know she has to, but damn woman, mind your own business! ... I started to tell her that I had to have a D&C done and started crying to her on the phone... I finally got my appt scheduled, but it's like every time those words have to come out of my mouth I can't help it. I just want to hang my head and cry.

I just managed to blow a snot bubble... Im supposed to be upset and crying, and I blew a snot bubble. Thats real sexy.