So, I was finally "well" enough to read the paper today. (Seriously, if you're thinking about putting brain surgery on your bucket list -- just back the fuck up because unless you want to trully know the meaning of the word "invalid" FOR EIGHT WEEKS...anyway)
I'm reading the paper...and I find out two very interesting (?) things -- my tax money is 1) paying Iraqis to not to kill GIs and 2) Bailing out 2 BANKS
Now, I vehemently oppose the war, I don't own a house, and I absolutely do not think the government should buy out private companies, especially with what's essentially a blank check, I'm a little PO'd
Add to that, today, the same day I read the horror novel also known as the Washington Post, I got my credit card bill. From Wachovia, a bank that's next on the buy-out list.
A song that describes many an ex. Especially those boys that would come over, raid my wine rack, and then tell me how I should dye my blonde hair so I could look more intellectual. Shit, this video reminds me I DO INDEED own a blsck wig -- bought specifically for a certain ex!
(Sorry if this song is old news; I just heard it.)
Well, in case you haven't heard it -- I, Miss Robin, did in fact have brain surgery.
And I just want to make one thing clear - IT SUCKS.
They tell you the brain can't feel any pain, so it's be a breeze -- LIES, DAMN LIES!!!!
In all fairness, I will have to note that I had more than a few complications -- my brain both bled and swelled, making me need an extra procedure to take some spinal fluid out of my back to lower the pressure in my head. (Remember your anatomy, this makes sense.) It made a big POP sound when the doctor punched the spinal membrane and also made me make a big PROFANE sound, because since all this was happening to my brain, they couldn't give me painkillers.
Grrr. But I'm at my parents' house now. I'm not to do ANYTHING for 4 weeks. No lifting, driving, walking long distances, blah, blah, blah. So I sleep. And watch my hair grow back. YES, they shaved part of my head.
In the mean time, can someone go on eBay and make sure my spinal fluid isn't being sold? The doctor kept bitching about the price of gas, and so I wouldn't put it past him to be auctioning crap as like Chinese megaherbs or something...
