The Evolution of Me

of the pelvic region.. more specifically near the coxal bone

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Yep.. been another blogging hiatus.. plz forgive...this blog will be a confession of the things i have done over ther past few weeks. dont judge me.. smh

- drunk before going to the party~ 10 shots of vodka no chaser, 2 more in the car, 2 more afterwards... smh
- went into party and acted a fool~ licked a guy's face, got booked (more later) and did my best impression of a sober person
- went to ihop! ordered food and didnt eat it
- went to after party
- got locked in the bathroom with a random guy
- kissed random guy
- left around 7amish
- went to bob evans
- got home: realized i lost my camera
-woke up after 2hrs and with a sore throat (beginnings of a cold that lasted a whole week)

yep then later on that week i received a phone call from a # i didnt kno. he said his name was J and we met at the party lol. SMH. I still havent called him back cuz im just gettin over my cold.

the boy whose face i licked was the ex boo of one of my sisters friends/associates. he said he wanted to chill when we were both sober. I went over there one day. we just chilled. no kissing no nothing. i think he was kinda upset about it but "chillin" = CHILLIN. ya digg. LOL plus I was sick and I dont wanna infect ppl. LOL. SMH

Oh and the last thing of shame: I saw Rico.. i missed him. Ugh. I kno. Im mad at myself. Its like nothing has changed but we both know things have changed. Like we were talking about his job and i asked him if he could get me a discount when im ready to build my house (he works in construction) he goes, umm yea rite, like im gonna build a house for u n ur husband. So its not like we dont kno that we will never work out its just that we r each others comfort zones. I want to just change my number. But knowing me, i would get bored one day and call him and then i would be back in this same place.

OK.. confession over... plz forgive me.. LOL.

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Well Its the first day back after a long weekend. So of course I have a story for you ppl. I really was looking forward to this weekend. A looong weekend. Full of relaxation, a little partying, maybe even some boy action. But alas, my plans were definitely altered.

I woke up Saturday morning around my M-F wake up time. 5:30 am. BLAH. I atleast try to sleep until 7:30 or 8am on the weekends. But today I couldnt roll over and fall back asleep. My stomach was doing twists and knots and backflips, just all types of gynmastics tricks. Then I felt that urge... so I made the dash from my room into the bathroom.

As I am upchucking the Wendy's cheeseburger I had eaten the afternoon before, my mom comes her room, into the hall and asks "Morg... y are you throwing up at 5:30 in the morning?" I respond "Idk mommy" from inside the toilet. Then she goes "Are u pregnant?" "No mother!" "Well y are u throwing up at 5:30 in the morning?" " I just told you I didnt know." And I closed the bathroom door. If I didnt love her I would hurt her.

The throwing up didnt subside after that. It lasted All Day Long. Even after there was nothing left in my tummy, it kept coming. It became clearish liquid and started coming out my nose as well. Around noon, it decided to bring a friend- Mr. RunZ. I dont wanna gross anybody out but have u ever peed out ur butt??? NOT A GOOD FEELING!!! At this point I decided it would be best to stop wasting my time of walking back to my room. As soon as I laid down and got semi comfy I had to get up again. Even taking a couple sips of water set me off like a volcano. So I laid in the hall, in front of the bathroom for around 3 hrs.

Around 8pm, I decided enough was enough and asked my mom to drive me to the hospital. She had offered to take me earlier but I couldnt control my "self" for a car ride anywhere. She told me she would take me as soon as she got my back from my grandma's bday dinner. I said fine because I wanted to clean up a bit. (Dont wanna go to the hospital all trifling) But by this time I was so weak, it took me forever to do absolutely nothing. Raising my arm felt like I was lifting a 50lbs weight. I could barely walk straight, and I could feel my heart racing.

We get to the hospital around midnite. After I went to triage, the nurse took me right into the ER because I was so dehydrated. They ended up giving me 5 IV bags, sum Vicodin, Potassium and some other stuff IDK. We finally left around 9am. They put me on a clear liquid diet. Gatorade, jello, kool-aid, popsicles etc. Basically all the stuff I dont drink or eat.

When we got back home, my mom comes into my room with the gatorade and says:"Im not happy that you are sick because I can only imagine what you are feeling. But I am glad it wasnt morning sickness."

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EWWWW
Its Monday. Im normally pretty unbiased about my days of the week but what person honestly lives for Monday to come around? Yea.... I didnt think you could name any.
Its been a min since my last post. Thats because I have been in the bed recuperating for the past 5 days. Nothing serious. I just got my wisdom teeth pulled. ALL 4 of them.

So on Thursday, I go into the "oral surgeon's" (nope they arent just dentists) office, fill out the standard forms and what not. Then the nurse or "oral surgeon assistant" calls me back to a room that feels like Frankenstein was created there. I mean the ceiling had weird holes in it. The chair was old and raggedy. The walls werent a pleasant off-white but more of a cream color that comes with time and lack of cleaning. (Yes I do believe in washing walls, especially if they are white!)

So she pulls up my x-ray and asks me "Have you ever had any teeth removed before?" Clearly if she looked at my xray she could see that all 32 teeth were definitely in my mouth. The fact that she asked me that question (when clearly I who has no type of dental degree can see that by looking at my xray) is a little unassuring. I decide that she is just making conversation and engage. "No. This is my first time. Is it gonna hurt?" "No, what you will feel is pressure. Most first timers confuse pressure with pain tho. I need to take a new xray."

She takes the xray and this one comes out pretty much the same as the first one. Actually I think the one my dentist gave me was better quality. I go back into the room. The OS comes in and introduces himself as he washed his hands. (Side bar: I love the fact that they have sinks in places like that. I have a bit of OCD and someone sticking their hand into my mouth is not on my list of oks.) Then he tells me about the procedure. First he pulls out this GIANT needle. The point itself was as long as my middle finger. Im not scared of needles so I was like cool. I recently had a cavity filled so I was pretty familiar with the whole needle in gums to numb thing. SO he does both sides top and bottom. He leaves me there to let in set in. Then he comes back and applies another round to the bottoms. His assistant gives him the materials and he starts workin. I dont really feel any pain but I do feel his movin my teeth. After a minute or so of fiddling POP, the first tooth comes out. He moves to the other side. This time after only like 30 seconds POP. the second tooth comes out. That was the easy part. Now he has to do the bottom which will be a bit more tricky because they havent come up yet. So he takes out his little blade and slices into my gums. I feel nothin. He does pretty much the same pushing and tugging he did up top but it seems to be a bit more difficult. SO he pulls out this little mini drill type thing that spouts water. I feel something CRACK. Not exactly a reassuring feeling when someone is working in your mouth. He pulls out a piece of what I gather to be my tooth. After a few more tugs another piece comes out. And another. ( I KNEW I HEARD A CRACK!) So he cleans the spot and then proceeds stitch my gums. 3 down, 1 to go. He moves over to the other side. I brace myself for another ordeal with cracks and pieces and the whole sha-bang but it was rather smooth. He stitched me up, stuck 2 mounds of gauze in my mouth and I was ready to go. His assistant gave me a prescription and extra gauze. My momma was waiting for me in the waiting room when I came out. Gotta Love HER.

Over the next few days I did nothing but take my meds n lay. To do anything else was too much. Vicodin is the BOMB. I mean that one pill had me on cloud 9. It might have been because I hadnt had anything to eat. But I was feeling good. I took one of those and less than 10 min later I was feelin it and 20 mintues later I was knocked out. (Mind you this is coming from a gurl who once popped 14 pills of asprin because 2...4...6....8....etc had no effect on my menstrual cramps and then went to school the next day to take exams) They also prescribed me an antibiotic, Penicillin. Now I dont have any know allergies to medicines but everytime I took this crap, I felt nauseous. So today I called the office and asked them to give me a different prescription. I havent been takin that ish like I was supposed to, so I hope I dont get an infection.

The only visitor I had was Mickey B. He came over Friday morning. He first sent me a text that read "Coming to beat the cheeks" I replied "pass" and went back to sleep. Then a couple of hrs later he called me and said open the door. I thought he was lying. I didnt see his car out front when I looked out the window. But I managed to mumble something like I wasnt home and then I saw him walking down the driveway. So I let him in. I did indeed look a mess (reminiscent of a dry chipmunk) My purple hair scarf wrapped around my head. I hadnt showered or washed my face or brushed my teeth. My jaw was swollen beyond belief. Yep just NASTY! But I let him in. He came into my room with me. He looked at me and said "So this is what you will look like when ur fat. Its ok. Ur still cute." I roll my eyes and we lay down to watch a movie. He falls asleep during the first movie. So while he is drooling on my pillow, I decided to atleast have to common courtesy to make myself look decent. So I showered and what not and proceeded to make me some mashed potatoes (the only thing Ive been able to eat for the past 5 days). When I got back in the bed with him, he had woken up and was on the phone with his aunt. They talked while I ate and then we watched another movie. When it was over he left. I popped another Vicodin and went back to sleep. LOL

I decided to come into work today. I dont have any leave. But if I wanted to stay home today nobody would blamed me. My jaws are still puffy and I cant chew solid food. I am so hungry. The only positive thing about today was the fact that I was gonna get paid today. SO when I get to work, I log into my bank account. Now it has been a while since I worked but I was almost pretty sure that the $$ credited was not reflective of the 80 hrs I put on my time sheet. So I log onto the Employee Pay thingy they have and it shows that I only got paid for 52 hrs. WTF!?!? HOLD THE PHONE!!! 28 hrs last pay period were federal holidays. As a govt employee I am entitled to federal holidays!!!! I am outraged! I sent the Time and Attendance lady and email and I am waiting for her response.

My mom seems to think that because I am not a full time employee I do not reap the benefits such as paid holidays! Thats bull. I know of other interns who got theirs! and I have been working here for going on 2 yrs and I do believe that I received holiday pay last yr. So somebody better have some answers for me or have my $$ in my acct. Geez.

I was just feeling bad about going to another agency thats closer to me in Bmore so that I could make $$ during the semester and be a bit more financially independent. But if this is the BULL they tryna pull on me, I wont have second thoughts about it. Please Buh- Leev- Meh!

Dueces n Smoochez

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