I hungri, I hungri

Well, all I've been doing these past weeks is working a whole lot and going to doctor's appointments- but anyhow- the day has finally come- I am having the first of at least two jaw surgeries tomorrow at 10 am. They wil make one long incison in front of my ear on both sides and access the jaw joints, find and repair both discs, attach the disc with pins and then repair all the ligaments and tendons. It will take about 3 hours. That is assuming that everything goes well, which I'm very hopefully trying to assume at present. Rather than go into all the contingencies of what is going to happen and could happen, I think I'll tell a funny story from my last jaw surgery. I had been on a soft diet for a week or two and hadn't had much to eat and was pretty darn hungry when I finally convinced Goatie (my mom) to go accross town to pick up this delicious sweet potatoe casserole that this restaurant makes (well- used to make). So, after she came back my sister was loading up a 60 CC syringe (my teeth were wired shut for three months with the last surgery so I had to eat using a syringe to shoot pureed food through a whole in the wire and braces). Well, the stopper got stuck so she turned it upside down and was tapping it ever-so-gently on the table upside down when it went WHOOSH- the stopper had slipped and sweet potatoe casserole went shooting all over the ceiling in a beautiful arch. Now, we were at my grandma's house and as she keep's a very nice house so she came running in the room to see this sight and was up in arms about it, naturally. My grandpa and mom found it to be quite funny and were laughing it up. I, on the other hand, just looked forlornly at the ceiling at my much-anticipated lunch and said over and over in a pathetic voice "I hungri, I hungri"... and that's my story from my last surgery. good times. I was really hungry and mostly I just really wanted some food- but everyone was so busy laughing or yelling about the mess to notice that all I wanted was some taters. just a girl wantin some taters. I have a feeling I'll just be a girl wanting some taters once again here pretty soon. sweet.
ok- effie out. I'll try to blog while I'm recuperating, fo rizzle.