Lips Stained Red From A Bottle Of Wine

people think they are one way but are actually completely the opposite.  Like, those who think that they’re the ones who are always there for everyone else and no one is ever there for them when in reality that is so backwards it is sickening.  And then they wonder why their friends get fed up with them.  Like, recently I have had a lot of shit going on in my life and have had very selfish people with ridiculously less significant problems going on tell me that they NEED me.  So stupid.  Get over yourself.  You don’t listen, you want attention.

My little brother had to have surgery earlier today to remove a lipoma from his back.  It was a rather big lipoma that also happened to be nestled in some lovely muscle tissue.  I went along with my brother and my parents to the hospital this morning for the support… also, I was a bit worried.  We left the house around 6:30am and got to the hospital around 7:15am.  We were told that his surgery was scheduled for 9:30am so we did our part in playing the waiting game, which was made all the more obnoxious when they told us that he was only allowed to have two people in the room with him at a time, so one or two of us were left in the waiting room which is about as fun as a bag of bricks.  (Just as comfortable too.)

Anywayyyy… 9:30 rolls around and a nurse pokes her head in my brother’s room announcing that there has been a slight delay in the surgery and that it would now happen around 11:30.  Slight delay my ass. -__-  So we wait, and wait, and wait.  We don’t hear anything until around noon when they tell us that things STILL aren’t going along on schedule so it’ll be another hour.  FINALLY, at around 1:30pm they bring him back for surgery.  By this point I feel like I could collapse and die because I had been awake for 16.5 hours, my parents are exhausted, all any of us have eaten came out of a vending machine and my body is starting to go in flare.

We go to the cafeteria to get something to eat, pick up his prescriptions, and go back to the waiting room.  At 2:50pm the surgeon pulls us out of the waiting room, informs us that the surgery went well but that they had to remove some muscle along with the lipoma, and they put a drainage tube in his back (which doesn’t come out for another week), AND that he would be staying the night there to monitor his pain.  Which was NOT planned.  So then, like the little sheep we are, we are herded back into the waiting room and told to stay put until someone collects us. 

Around 3-something a nurse rolls my brother up to the waiting room and we follow her to my brother’s new room.  We met his nurses, talked with him, watched them show us how to drain the fluid from his tube and didn’t leave until around 6:30-ish.  I ate and passed out when I got home.  My mom is the lucky one sleeping at the hospital tonight, woooo. /sarcasm

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, basically, anyone who has been fucking bugging the shit out of me lately because you need me to comfort you, or I’m not giving you enough attention or whatever other bullshit could possibly come to surface… STFU and realize that I have shit going on in my life that is more important to me than your selfishness.  My family comes first… ALWAYS.

tell you guys how horrible today was right now.  I am that tired.  But trust that it was.  Now it’s time for sleep.