greetings from basecamp: i still have my boobs.

greetings from basecamp folks. things are bad. things are REAL effin bad.
I decided to set up camp in the living room for the following reasons:
1. tv
2. close to the bathroom aka toilet, based on steps it takes to reach bathroom since i have been throwin up (graphic and gross)
3. mattress can go directly on the floor, meaning i have the entire floor space to use for basecamp items, including but not limited to; approximately 40 water bottles i open daily, business books, dvds, and empty jello containers.
4. it's the most populated area in the house, therefore brother and mom are forced to pay attention to me and aid me if i start puking blood or have a seizure. both of which have nearly happened this week.

basecamp is a happy place, at least within the first hour and half of my lortab elixir. my real life appearance is far too graphic and damaging to the possibilities of me ever getting a hot man, so real pics are out of the question, but alas, i drew a picture of basecamp for you:

since the doc took out my adnoids as well as my tonsils, my ears hurt really bad. I'm trying to find some good verbs and adjectives to describe this pain to you. it feels like there's a million knives being shoved in my ears and then a giant picks me up and squeezes my head in between his hands, forcing the knives in places they shouldn't fit. This is what i wake up to every hour on the hour throughout the night. the night has become my enemy. not only do i hallucinate but i have to sleep with my mouth open so i wake up soaking wet in drool, and i'm still half high from the lortab so i generally don't care, then i just sit in the fetal position like a psycho holding my ears and rocking back and forth in a puddle of my own drool. this is my reality.

My life is based on a very important schedule: every 4 hours i take 3 teaspoons of lortab, getting it down is a tricky process in and of itself. yesterday mom gave me the medicine and it hurt and i started choking, and it hurt worse, and i started choking harder and throughout the choking and the pain i'm trying not to spew the lortab from my mouth. Brother and dad both were useless, brother went screaming for mom, and dad threw the clear blue disposable throw up bin he stole from the hospital at me. men are useless in "girl about to throw up" situations.

i am experiencing so many new adventures in this new life without tonsils:

1. the taste of a scab.
my whole throat is one big, wet, scab. and i taste it constantly, it's disgusting and is by far the worst part of this experience.
2. actually puking blood. not fun.
3. living on 300 calories a day when my body craves and demands the normal nutrition it gets on a daily basis
4. not being able to distinguish between days.
5. losing 8 pounds in 7 days.

the good news is my boobs aren't shrinking. I just keep praying that my starving body lives off my lovehandles and butt for the rest of the week instead of taking my boobs for nutrition.